Today I went to the community college to try to talk to an adviser to see if I could get some help deciding what field of study would be best for me. I went to the main desk and the guy there (a very helpful student who probably deserved to make more money than they were paying him) told me that they had drop-in advising in another building, not far from where we were. So, I walked about two minutes and got to the advisor, who told me that he was an academic advisor and I probably needed to speak with a career advisor. I should go back where I came and make an appointment. So I went back to the desk, and a different guy, a guy eating Cheetos, helped me. He said that the career advisers were booked for a couple of weeks, but if I went to one of the other campuses, the advisers over there probably wouldn't be as busy. So, I took a twenty-minute drive to West campus and told the woman at the desk the situation. The women behind her were listening and started to laugh. "We don't actually have career advisers here," said the woman at the desk. Umm. . . ok. . . Now what. "You could set him up with Dave," one of the other women offered. "He sometimes handles career stuff." Ok. So now I have an appointment on Tuesday to meet with Dave who "sometimes handles career stuff." Fun. In the meantime, there are a couple of classes I need to look into taking during the summer, because if I want to get into the nursing program in the fall, there's a biology class and a CPR class that I need to have taken. So I now need to email all the professors who are teaching these classes, and see if any of them are willing to work around the fact that I'm going to be gone for a week in the middle of the accelerated summer class schedule. Crap. Why do I always make decisions like this one so close to deadlines?
I'm grateful for the opportunity to get a feel for what may be my new campus (20).
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