Bad Advice

Hi! I'm your academic advisor. Come on into my impossible small office and take a seat in the blazing sun. I realize you're incredibly uncomfortable, so let me take this opportunity to talk about things that are entirely unrelated to your degree plan while you impatiently wait for me to ask you why you're here.

Why are you here? You thought I could actually answer that question? Seriously?

Well, I have no idea, but let me search that for you on the University webpage. I realize that you've already done this yourself, but being condescending is kind of a hobby of mine.

Great! Here's someone else I can pass you off to. They probably will have no clue what they're doing, but at least you'll no longer be my problem. I mean, I had a great game of Minesweeper going before you came here, so I want to get back to that.

Thanks and have a great day! If you have any more questions feel free to schedule a follow-up appointment, though I won't be in my office for the next three months.

[Dear blog,

Today I met with my advisor and I'm venting.

Thanks for understanding,

Ben]