Bitchy Magee vs. Liz
Alrighty then! Second entry. Feeling like I have to make this good, but I've learned long ago never to make promises like that so I'll just give it my best shot. I feel like I haven't done anything that an ordinary college kid studying abroad should do. I mean, I haven't gotten plastered and made a complete fool of myself in front of my peers(not that that's actually on my agenda, but you get the point), I haven't been on a double decker tour of the city, nor have I taken any tours of the popular sites, I mean, I just barely got my class schedule worked out! Okay, story:
So there is this utterly nasty lady named Jill Thorn who works in the international students department and you basically have to go through her or her colleague with any of your class scheduling problems. So myself and a few other students are queued up in the international office waiting to be helped. By the time I get to the front of the line it seems as though I'll get to talk to Joe(Satan's colleague who's an absolute peach of a man), but something's wrong! The girl he's talking to has another question! That leaves me to talk with Hades so I get it in my head that she's not going to make me feel bad about having to change these classes or stupid for not magically knowing right off the bat what courses would suit me. So after I psyched myself up I went over and responded to her, "what do you need" by saying that I needed to change some classes. "Why?" was her curt reply. And, I must admit not quite as articulatley as I am going to type it now, I said that it was because I had signed up for the classes before I had a good idea of what it was that I should take while here. She said "Well you received a course book didn't you?" I said yes. "With all of the courses listed in it?" Yes again. "Then I don't understand why you are having a problem now. You signed the sheet that said you would take the classes we gave you and now you want to go and change them?" Yeah. Yeah I friggin' did. Then about 2 minutes or so passed with her telling me, in so many words, that I was ignorant and that she didnt' understand quite why I was there, and at some point inbetween her ramblings I asked if there was anything I could do (now granted at that point there was a firmness, really not mean, but basically a tone that suggested that we should move this bash fest along). She stopped, looked straight at me and said, "Am I not speaking English to you?" And in my head I'm shouting "No! Because in response to my asking if there is any room in these classes you just called me stupid for 2 minutes!!!!" But we really can't say these things to people in real life, especially when we need something from them. So I just calmly repeated my question. She muttered again that all the classes were probably full and called the head of the theatre department. The conversation went like this: "Hi. I have a student here who SHOULD have gone and talked to so-and-so, but didn't so now I have to call you…" Long story short, I got into both the classes I had wanted because of course there was room in them and now I don't think I every have to encounter that bitch again. HA!
So there is this utterly nasty lady named Jill Thorn who works in the international students department and you basically have to go through her or her colleague with any of your class scheduling problems. So myself and a few other students are queued up in the international office waiting to be helped. By the time I get to the front of the line it seems as though I'll get to talk to Joe(Satan's colleague who's an absolute peach of a man), but something's wrong! The girl he's talking to has another question! That leaves me to talk with Hades so I get it in my head that she's not going to make me feel bad about having to change these classes or stupid for not magically knowing right off the bat what courses would suit me. So after I psyched myself up I went over and responded to her, "what do you need" by saying that I needed to change some classes. "Why?" was her curt reply. And, I must admit not quite as articulatley as I am going to type it now, I said that it was because I had signed up for the classes before I had a good idea of what it was that I should take while here. She said "Well you received a course book didn't you?" I said yes. "With all of the courses listed in it?" Yes again. "Then I don't understand why you are having a problem now. You signed the sheet that said you would take the classes we gave you and now you want to go and change them?" Yeah. Yeah I friggin' did. Then about 2 minutes or so passed with her telling me, in so many words, that I was ignorant and that she didnt' understand quite why I was there, and at some point inbetween her ramblings I asked if there was anything I could do (now granted at that point there was a firmness, really not mean, but basically a tone that suggested that we should move this bash fest along). She stopped, looked straight at me and said, "Am I not speaking English to you?" And in my head I'm shouting "No! Because in response to my asking if there is any room in these classes you just called me stupid for 2 minutes!!!!" But we really can't say these things to people in real life, especially when we need something from them. So I just calmly repeated my question. She muttered again that all the classes were probably full and called the head of the theatre department. The conversation went like this: "Hi. I have a student here who SHOULD have gone and talked to so-and-so, but didn't so now I have to call you…" Long story short, I got into both the classes I had wanted because of course there was room in them and now I don't think I every have to encounter that bitch again. HA!