what. a. dick!
The spring semester is almost over.
"The end is extremely fucking nigh."
As such, I need to schedule my fall classes before I leave. That should be easy.
Ha. you'd fucking think so, wouldn't you? Yeah, you would, 'cause that's just the type of thoughtless asshole you are.
Any fucking ways, I need to have this goddamned "academic advising hold" lifted before I can register for next fall. That is, I need to meet with my academic advisor so he can approve my courses and remove the hold.
Now, most advisors (so I've heard) realize that most people just want their holds lifted. That's it. They don't want some long-winded bullshit three hour advice session on the merits of pursuing a career in fuckass-opology. They don't want some asshole to persuade them that, though it's an 8:00am class, "Being Fucked by Broken Bottles 107" would really, in the end, be worth it. People don't wanna hear that shit. The advisors aren't important, an advisor's only function is to sign off on a bullshit requirement.
That is fucking it.
My advisor, however, is a fuck-witted asshole when it comes to this shit. Last semester he had me running back and forth all over campus doing backflips through flaming hoops made of elephants to find some bullshit paperwork, all while he sat in his office jerking off on my schedule.
Back to now...
So. I register on the 8th, today's the 6th, and I haven't met with my advisor yet. Realizing that I'm pulling this out of my ass at the last minute, I dash off an apologetic email asking him to meet with me. "Hi, please meet with me, sorry for the short notice but I need to register for classes in two days, this is important, sorry no I won't suck you off but that's flattering, just lift my fucking advising hold."
He responds. he responds pretty quickly, I can't fault him for not being timely.
But I can fucking fault that son of a bitch for this:
"Paul,
I'm teaching in London this semester and cannot help you.
Best, Prof. *****"
Thanks, Professor. I appreciate the fact that you left for London without giving me a 'heads up.' I especially like how you left FOUR FUCKING MONTHS AGO, and didn't tell me that you can't lift my hold until two fucking days before I need to register. Thanks. I'm grateful that you are an irresponsible asshole, an asshole whose pay for "advising me" comes from my goddamned tuition money. Good fucking advice, I found "I cannot help you" to be a big fucking help. It really got my academic career on track. I hope you get the clap.
Assholes get the clap.
"The end is extremely fucking nigh."
As such, I need to schedule my fall classes before I leave. That should be easy.
Ha. you'd fucking think so, wouldn't you? Yeah, you would, 'cause that's just the type of thoughtless asshole you are.
Any fucking ways, I need to have this goddamned "academic advising hold" lifted before I can register for next fall. That is, I need to meet with my academic advisor so he can approve my courses and remove the hold.
Now, most advisors (so I've heard) realize that most people just want their holds lifted. That's it. They don't want some long-winded bullshit three hour advice session on the merits of pursuing a career in fuckass-opology. They don't want some asshole to persuade them that, though it's an 8:00am class, "Being Fucked by Broken Bottles 107" would really, in the end, be worth it. People don't wanna hear that shit. The advisors aren't important, an advisor's only function is to sign off on a bullshit requirement.
That is fucking it.
My advisor, however, is a fuck-witted asshole when it comes to this shit. Last semester he had me running back and forth all over campus doing backflips through flaming hoops made of elephants to find some bullshit paperwork, all while he sat in his office jerking off on my schedule.
Back to now...
So. I register on the 8th, today's the 6th, and I haven't met with my advisor yet. Realizing that I'm pulling this out of my ass at the last minute, I dash off an apologetic email asking him to meet with me. "Hi, please meet with me, sorry for the short notice but I need to register for classes in two days, this is important, sorry no I won't suck you off but that's flattering, just lift my fucking advising hold."
He responds. he responds pretty quickly, I can't fault him for not being timely.
But I can fucking fault that son of a bitch for this:
"Paul,
I'm teaching in London this semester and cannot help you.
Best, Prof. *****"
Thanks, Professor. I appreciate the fact that you left for London without giving me a 'heads up.' I especially like how you left FOUR FUCKING MONTHS AGO, and didn't tell me that you can't lift my hold until two fucking days before I need to register. Thanks. I'm grateful that you are an irresponsible asshole, an asshole whose pay for "advising me" comes from my goddamned tuition money. Good fucking advice, I found "I cannot help you" to be a big fucking help. It really got my academic career on track. I hope you get the clap.
Assholes get the clap.