Sitting at my new job. It's 10 to 4, I leave at 4:30. I've spent the last two weeks helping students and parents and teachers and kids figure out how to pay for/graduate from/add/drop/change/audit/survive/understand their college classes. It's kind of fun... aside from the occaisional Sally Stupid, as I've begun calling them. Allow me to share with you a snippet of a conversation I had with a student yesterday. Keep in mind, this is an adult. An adult graduate student. An adult graduate student in the MBA program.
Sally: "What day do classes start?"
Me: "Classes start next Tuesday, which is the 18th."
Sally: "Isn't that a holiday?"
Me: "Well, Martin Luther King Day. That's why we are closed on Monday and don't start until Tuesday."
Sally: "Oh. But my class is on Wednesday."
Me: "Okay."
Sally: "So when would MY class start?"
Me: "Your class is on Wednesdays, and since the semester begins on Tuesday, it'll be the next day."
Sally: "Oh, okay. So my classes really start on the 20th."
Me: "No. Tuesday is the 18th, so Wednesday is the 19th."
Don't you wish you were me?
Meanwhile, I head off to job #2 an hour after I'm done. We'll see how long this 60-hours-a-week thing. At least it keeps my mind off of my jerk of an ex boyfriend, and the fact that he didn't even send an EMAIL on my birthday. Mr "I still really want to be a part of each other's lives. Can we still be friends?". Guess what I say to that??
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