Return from Whence You Came!
Last week was a week from hell with all the registration, 4 orientations and tons of new students milling about in sheep-like confusion. When 'lo and behold who should march into the office but "The Terrorist". Apparently he couldn't just go and leave me in peace, he had to drop by for a visit and get one last yell in before he departed.
What was it this time?
He wanted his application materials back, because it's his personal information.
Uh.... you know when you signed your application? It said that your materials would not be returned to you regardless of whether or not you were admitted and that the applicant understood and acknowledged they would not be returned.
Which invoked some more yelling.
I asked him to stop yelling.
He yelled that he was not yelling at me in a yell.
Then he stormed off to go see my director.
And was ever so polite.
*sigh* At least he's gone and left and not returning to this school and hopefully never to this island.
What was it this time?
He wanted his application materials back, because it's his personal information.
Uh.... you know when you signed your application? It said that your materials would not be returned to you regardless of whether or not you were admitted and that the applicant understood and acknowledged they would not be returned.
Which invoked some more yelling.
I asked him to stop yelling.
He yelled that he was not yelling at me in a yell.
Then he stormed off to go see my director.
And was ever so polite.
*sigh* At least he's gone and left and not returning to this school and hopefully never to this island.