gigamatic

So, yesterday I had a meeting with an advisor over on main campus. I went to the room where I was told to go (on the third floor), and the receptionist sent me through a maze on the first floor. Room 135, she said. I looked and looked and found no room 135. I asked two people for help. Neither could find it. Finally, when I asked for the advisor by name, they said "Oh, you're an athlete. Here, this way. His office is right over here."

Hookay. Now, if any of you know me, you'd know that I am NO athlete. So, I'm thinking, "Great! This guy probably knows the quickest and easiest ways through the system." Ha.

All the advisor was supposed to do was to help me get into a college and possibly a major. Well, let's just say it didn't quite go as I would've hoped, and I can't imagine why I thought this particular academic advisor would be better than any of the others.

A queen with a caesar cut, scarlet-and-grey sweatshirt and blue jeans, who spoke hillbilly was what greeted me.

First of all, he hadn't even looked at my hours or my classes or my transfer credit. Or my age for that matter.

I can forgive the fact that he might have missed that I -WORK- there. But come on, you're supposed to be giving advice here. Look at the records which are in your hand.

You certainly don't ask someone 5 years your senior "What do you want to be when you grow up?"

Honestly, the thought crossed my mind to get up and walk out then, but I didn't. Unfortunately, I needed this guy. So, I corked the steam which was now pouring out my ears, bit my tongue and said "I'd like to continue working in the computer science field, like I have been for the last 10 years."

"Well," he said, near-snickering like Paul Lynde, "you'll never get into a CIS major with these grades."

By now, I was turning about 18 shades of red. I have only (ONLY!) about 30 hours worth of classes here so far. Not counting last quarter (which I'm repeating), I'm at a 2.8 GPA. If I get an A in just 2 classes, I can put my GPA in fine territory to get into the major.

"I suggest you attempt to get into the Geography's IS program. The entry requirements are much lower."

I asked him to go ahead and switch me into the College of Arts & Sciences so that I could find an advisor there, and he did. Or, more correctly, someone else did. You see, that's when I got passed to someone else.

This lady was nice, although she, like Lynde, wasn't looking at my records or listening to me. However, I did finally get an advisor IN the college that I will most probably graduate from. I did not declare a major though, since a) nobody seems to want to listen to me and b) I wasnt going to be pressured into what THEY wanted me to do.

That was my day. Hooray for me.