What cock-gobblers! SCAD can stuck

What cock-gobblers! SCAD can stuck my nuts. I called the Acedemic Advising office three days ago, and today they finally got back to me. They told me the earliest I could see my advisor was next Monday. Now, bear in mind that I register for classes on Friday. I got a nice little letter in the mail saying I wouldn’t be able to register if I didn’t see these people first… well, don’t you think it would be a good idea for my advisor to perhaps schedule people before they need to register. I was told he’s “booked solid” and that I should have called earlier. Well, I did. But since these asshole don’t work weekends, I got my called returned today. FUCK!

*a fictional conversation with an advisor*

Matt: “Good afternoon sir, I’m told you needed to speak to me before I could register”.
Adv: “Yes, we like to talk to everyone with 105 credit hours so we can make sure they’re on track to graduate.”
Matt: “I understand, but I already know the classes I needed to take.”
Adv: “Oh, really?”
Matt: “Yes, and since I had to come see you first, I didn’t get into them.”
Adv: “Well, you should have made an appointment earlier.”
Matt: “I shouldn’t have needed an appointment in the first place.”
Adv: “Pardon?”
Matt: “See if you can wrap your brain around this one… I, a junior, only need 12 classes to graduate. Those 12 classes are hard to get into because they’re what everyone needs to graduate. Because you wanted to make sure I could graduate, you’ve made me miss my opportunity to get into those classes. Now, because you’re trying to help me, you’ve completely screwed me over and now I’ll graduate late. I shouldn’t have needed to come and see you, I know what classes I needed, I was all set with my schedule because someone helped me out last quarter. But apparently that wasn’t good enough for you people and I had to come talk to you again. Now, because you wanted to make sure I graduated on time, I’ll graduate late. You caused the exact problem you were trying to prevent. I bet that makes you feel all warm and tingly inside, doesn’t it? Now, release the god-damn hold on my account so I can go home and try to repair some of the damage you assholes did.”

Arg. I hate SCAD. Wait, I take that back. I hate anything related to SCAD administration. The classes are good, the teachers are good. There’s not enough parking, but that’s not really their fault. Whatever.

DAMN THE MAN