Is this a good analogy, Sheetman?
School: Hey, I thought you said you took Spanish?
Recruit: I did.
School: Well it's not showing up on your transcript. What's up with that?
Recruit: Don't know what to tell you, but I took Spanish.
School: Well the clearinghouse is beating us up. Are you shooting me straight?
Recruit: Look, I took Spanish! The first semester I got a B, and the second semester I got an A. My teacher was Mrs. Johnson, and we teased her about her name being Johnson and teaching Spanish. Billy sat on my right, and Fred sat on my left both semesters. We had taco Tuesdays, and we even did a play called La Cucaracha TCU written by some guy named Royal.
School: The transcript says you didn't take Spanish, and that you're actually short some credits. You need to come clean.
Recruit: Screw this, I'm outty!
School: Oh, wait! This is isn't your transcript. My bad. Hey, where you going? I said the magic words "my bad."
*The preceding post is a totally fictional account, so no one have a cow. Lately you have to tell folk when you're joking around here.