Let me count the ways...
Welly well well, my droogies, here is what your humble narrator has to say about Akron today.
I traveled to Akron yesterday to schedule my classes with the rude advisor. I park in a garage that charges 1.00/hour (lucky me) and shuffle into a large building which is home of Akrons dance, theater and music classrooms. I find the office of fine arts and the secretary tells me that I'm in the wrong building entirely. She informs me that this is merely the Deans office for fine arts, but not the office itself. She directs me (very poorly I might add) to the other side of campus.
It takes me 20 minutes of driving down and missing one way streets until I find this hidden arts building. I find the office of Susan [rude] and the first thing she says to me is "Agh so you are the one who is scheduling last minute. Wait just a minute." She was talking with two friends in her office about this and that, in no hurry to shoo them out. While I stood outside her open door, my eyes found a clock hiding above the copy machine in the lobby. It read 3:00pm. How insensitive! I showed up the time she had asked me. Is it so much to ask that she be on time as well? Especially if she hadn't been doing anything of importance. It was around 3:15pm when her friends left and I was finally called in.
As we begin to talk and meander through the possible art classes I can take, I mention how I'm not sure if I want to keep digital art as my major; that I might like to take other classes in biology and finance. Before I had the chance to say anything further into that subject, she snaps at me, "Well I CANNOT help you with that. I'm just the art advisor."
I ask who I should talk to in order to schedule those sorts of classes. She pauses for a minute and tells me in a-matter-of-fact tone that I am to schedule these classes online. That there were no advisors to talk to about these classes unless I change to that major entirely.
In the entire week prior to my meeting, no one had mentioned anything about scheduling through my online account. I talked to well over 10 people this week to whom I explained how I missed my orientation and how I would need to schedule classes. Not one of them instructed me to do so online. They just kept transferring me to other departments who would transfer me over again.
So I decide to schedule 12 credit hours of art classes as a base. She explained that when I go home to visit the akron website to add on my other classes and drop some of the art classes. I asked if she knew the URL and she just shrugged off my question like it was no big deal and responded "Well, just go to the website and search around. You'll find it." As these questions and non-specific answers continued, she had not looked at me once. Rather, she was messing around on her computer.
Finally when things began to wrap up, I asked if she could print out my schedule as it stood before my "searching around" on the website. She paused again, still blankly staring into her 27 inch mac, and said "well you can print it out if you go online when you get home." I could not (and still cannot) believe the nerve of this woman. As an advisor, you are suppose to be helping the student. At this point, I show disgust with how she is treating me and tell her firmly, "I'd like a print out. I have very unstable internet access at home and If I'm not able to get on the website, I wont know when or where my classes are." She beamed at me for a second. I half expected her to throw me out of her office for talking back to her the way I had.
She clicked once on her computer, and out came a copy of my schedule from a printer that rested on top of a filing cabinet behind her. She swiveled her chair around, yanked the page from the printer, and whipped it just a little too close to my being. I almost jerked backward. I took the paper and left without saying a word. She did not deserve a thank you. I left that meeting feeling very close to killing everyone.