Math woes
Ok, I talked to the Dean's office. The secretaries told me that I should either talk to the teacher or the department head. It's not a problem with an individual teacher so I went to the math office to ask if I could talk to someone who might be able to help me. They took it as "you need an advisor." No shitheads, I need an authority figure, not the sorry-ass the math department decided to stick with the responsibility of being named "advisor." So I couldn't meet with Dr. Gardiner (the advisor) because my schedule is the exact reverse of his. My free-time, he's busy and vice versa. So, I decide to go back down to the Dean's office and let them know that I didn't have any luck with them. They asked me what department, and I said math. "Oh, she's out sick today... here's the department phone number, call tomorrow and see if she's in." Then the secretary decided to flat out tell me to take the class at Washtenaw or to just drop the class all together, when she realized oh, you can take it at WCC, but if you want it to cover up the black mark on your transcript, then you'll have to take it here. No shit, Sherlock!
Why is this school so full of morons? Seriously. By the way, I'm using a genetic term which means that they have an IQ of less than 80. They probably do.
Oh well... I'm trudging on to Sex now. I'll probably learn the same things in this class that I've learned in seriously 6 other classes. And why did they have to schedule it from 6-8:50 pm? Now I know I'll fall asleep! Better grab a cappuccino before I head over there.
Why is this school so full of morons? Seriously. By the way, I'm using a genetic term which means that they have an IQ of less than 80. They probably do.
Oh well... I'm trudging on to Sex now. I'll probably learn the same things in this class that I've learned in seriously 6 other classes. And why did they have to schedule it from 6-8:50 pm? Now I know I'll fall asleep! Better grab a cappuccino before I head over there.