"Prostituete...i hayt you."
FUCK FIU. JUST FUCK THEM.
Why can't they just not fuck up my shit? Just once, as a graduation present? Everything was fine: my grades were in order, my GPA was in order, my minor was in order...now? Poof--minor's gone.
And after spending a ridiculous amount of time waiting for the FIU Operator (I mean seriously, why did I have to wait 10 minutes to talk to an operator when I was the 8th person in queue? Can someone explain that please? It's the operator--what the FUCK are you talking about, metaphysics?), I couldn't even be connected with the Graduation Office, who are apparently the geniuses in charge of this little dilemma. Apparently, the line was busy, so my operator gave me the number of the office.
Now I'm wondering who in hell he called, because I don't even get a busy tone when I call--just my phone says, "Oh, Call End time!" and hangs up for me. Thoughtful little bit of goods, my phone.
So, yeah: if I die of a seizure, this is why.
Why can't they just not fuck up my shit? Just once, as a graduation present? Everything was fine: my grades were in order, my GPA was in order, my minor was in order...now? Poof--minor's gone.
And after spending a ridiculous amount of time waiting for the FIU Operator (I mean seriously, why did I have to wait 10 minutes to talk to an operator when I was the 8th person in queue? Can someone explain that please? It's the operator--what the FUCK are you talking about, metaphysics?), I couldn't even be connected with the Graduation Office, who are apparently the geniuses in charge of this little dilemma. Apparently, the line was busy, so my operator gave me the number of the office.
Now I'm wondering who in hell he called, because I don't even get a busy tone when I call--just my phone says, "Oh, Call End time!" and hangs up for me. Thoughtful little bit of goods, my phone.
So, yeah: if I die of a seizure, this is why.