There’s nothing like dealing with somebody else’s bureaucracy– be it the DMV, the IRS or the Admissions Office.
It’s hard to follow the rules when you don’t know them. When they’re hidden in a sub-section of Appendix Y. When they are asinine.
So, the University needs a copy of my shot records. Like I’ve got a clue where I put them after I gave them a copy 25 years ago. Maybe I should insist they check their files.
Or maybe I’ll stick my head in the sand.
But, I’ll probably just fill out the form and hope that it’s the last one.