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So I've been too stressed to even bitch about this little tidbit, but apparently, Mrs. Knopf thinks she's Obi Wan or Edward Cullen or some bullshit because I'm all. "Hey, could you fill out these forms so I can do some transfer things?"
And she's all, "Nah, these aren't the droids you're looking for."
And I'm all, "Um, yeah, actually. It says right here, these are for sure the forms I need."
Her: "No. These are not the droids you're looking for."
Me: "Um. I just called some schools. They said they definitely need these."
Her: "THESE ARE NOT THE MOTHERFUCKING DROIDS YOU ARE LOOKING FOR!"
Me: "???"
But I guess it worked out. I talked to her on the phone and she kind of said she had. I'll just cry to the colleges that she told me she'd sent them if they ask and hope this doesn't fuck me over.
And she's all, "Nah, these aren't the droids you're looking for."
And I'm all, "Um, yeah, actually. It says right here, these are for sure the forms I need."
Her: "No. These are not the droids you're looking for."
Me: "Um. I just called some schools. They said they definitely need these."
Her: "THESE ARE NOT THE MOTHERFUCKING DROIDS YOU ARE LOOKING FOR!"
Me: "???"
But I guess it worked out. I talked to her on the phone and she kind of said she had. I'll just cry to the colleges that she told me she'd sent them if they ask and hope this doesn't fuck me over.