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stress, stress, stress at the advising office. the freshmen get to register on thursday and friday of this week (those with transfer hours or AP credit on thursday, brand-new first-semester freshmen on friday), so we're trying to get them all advised ahead of time so they can actually get decent schedules. we're supposed to advise all the freshmen in the college of arts & sciences (NOT those in business or education or music or dance or sport science or etc) and everyone who is undecided on a major. but lots and LOTS of the little morons wrote the wrong thing on some form at some point and never figured out how to change it, or else they were wrongly assigned to somewhere else when they should've been assigned to us or vice versa, so we get problems. you wouldn't believe the problems we get. so when barbara's at lunch, i get to sit at the front desk and field the problems. we're only supposed to make appointments for the people who are on our list (the aforementioned freshmen and undecideds), but we get tons of calls from people who aren't on our list but want to be, and i have to figure out whether they should be or not. if they should be, then i get to make a file for the person with a degree audit, because it's difficult to advise someone when you don't know what classes they've taken and what classes they need. i also have to look up the advising code for the student, "advising code" being the randomly generated number that each student needs to register online and cannot get unless s/he sees an advisor. if the student in question hadn't been clueless to begin with, he would've been on our list in the first place and we would've already made him a file and had the advising code in our records. (it's not *always* their fault, of course.) and the making of the files for x amount of clueless students takes place in between advising appointments (actually helping an individual student to figure their shit out) or while i'm sitting at the desk, answering the phone and figuring out why there's half a dozen people milling around in front of the desk.
ROX: (to student 1) what can i do for you?
student 1: i think i have an appointment...
R: what's your name?
PHONE: ring ring
R: (to student 1) sit down and someone will be with you shortly. (to phone) goodafternoonCASAofficethisisroxanne....
phone: hi?...i... um?... need to make an appointment? with my... advisor?
R: (to phone) can you hold on for me? thanks. (to student 2) what do YOU need?
student 2: i need to make an appointment, but i'm not sure if i--
R: (to student 3) and you?
student 3: um, me too?
student 4: i just need my advising code.
phone: ring ring
imagine how the conversation goes when one of the students in front of the desk ends up being assigned to the business school but really wants a major in communications, while the student on line 1 is declared a music major but swears she doesn't know how that could've happened, and you get an idea of what five minutes at lunchtime at CASA is like.
anyway, today just happened to suck more ass than usual. on friday afternoon, see, i sat at the desk from 12:15 till 4:30, because i was doing a favor for barbara so she could go visit her son. and while dealing with the usual insanity i managed to also do 35 degree audits and look up the advising codes for all of the above. and that's a whole lot. so today when i came in, there was *already* (at 11:30am) a list of like ten people who needed audits done, and what barbara didn't mark on the sheet was that these people were coming in TODAY. so people came in, didn't have files, i ran around like a crazy person making the files, while answering the phone, listening to students bitch, and generally having a sucky time.
so i left work fifteen minutes late (i could've left on time, i guess, but i had everything straight in my head about what needed to be done for who and i felt like i should just get it done rather than try to communicate to barbara what had to be done). and where did i have to go right after work? to the uncg health center for my yearly gyn exam. and it was okay, the nurse practitioner was really nice, but you know, there's just lots of other things i'd rather do. but as long as my cervix is pink and healthy-looking (which apparently it is), it's all good.
tonight i cooked chicken, ate it, finished Aurora Leigh and wrote my response to it, read and commented on the student poems for tomorrow's workshop, and cleaned up my house. the house was a big ol' mess after the events of saturday night. jorn briefly mentioned the halloween party, so i'll just briefly mention it here--i was glittery. rhett was Aluminum Foil Girl. jorn and rhett and élan and i all got ready here, so there was glitter and wings and aluminum foil and duct tape (which had attached the foil to rhett) all over the house. and then at the party, i proceeded to get smashingly drunk and make an idiot of myself (as i always seem to do), so much so that i Won the Pig. here in the mfa program we have a halloween party tradition by which the drunkest puking student is awarded the halloween stuffed pig (which entered the program as part of the costume of a drunk puking student several years ago) by the previous year's recipient. so yeah, it was me. but i did not actually throw up till almost 2am, and the party pretty much broke up around 3:15 from what i've heard, so i wasn't as bad as poor emily last year, who passed out around midnight.
sigh. the party was really, really fun before that, though. i'd tell you more about it, but there's lots that i just don't remember well (although i'm sure i'll hear all about the highlights eventually), though i am definitively sure that it was very fun. and my hair looked really cute, and was arranged so well that it did not come undone till jorn took it down for me when he put me to bed. we won't even mention what sunday was like, but by sunday night i was feeling much better and watched a pokemon movie with jorn, so the day wasn't a total loss. sigh. next weekend hopefully i won't have to leave the house, so whatever embarrassing things i do can just stay right here.
ROX: (to student 1) what can i do for you?
student 1: i think i have an appointment...
R: what's your name?
PHONE: ring ring
R: (to student 1) sit down and someone will be with you shortly. (to phone) goodafternoonCASAofficethisisroxanne....
phone: hi?...i... um?... need to make an appointment? with my... advisor?
R: (to phone) can you hold on for me? thanks. (to student 2) what do YOU need?
student 2: i need to make an appointment, but i'm not sure if i--
R: (to student 3) and you?
student 3: um, me too?
student 4: i just need my advising code.
phone: ring ring
imagine how the conversation goes when one of the students in front of the desk ends up being assigned to the business school but really wants a major in communications, while the student on line 1 is declared a music major but swears she doesn't know how that could've happened, and you get an idea of what five minutes at lunchtime at CASA is like.
anyway, today just happened to suck more ass than usual. on friday afternoon, see, i sat at the desk from 12:15 till 4:30, because i was doing a favor for barbara so she could go visit her son. and while dealing with the usual insanity i managed to also do 35 degree audits and look up the advising codes for all of the above. and that's a whole lot. so today when i came in, there was *already* (at 11:30am) a list of like ten people who needed audits done, and what barbara didn't mark on the sheet was that these people were coming in TODAY. so people came in, didn't have files, i ran around like a crazy person making the files, while answering the phone, listening to students bitch, and generally having a sucky time.
so i left work fifteen minutes late (i could've left on time, i guess, but i had everything straight in my head about what needed to be done for who and i felt like i should just get it done rather than try to communicate to barbara what had to be done). and where did i have to go right after work? to the uncg health center for my yearly gyn exam. and it was okay, the nurse practitioner was really nice, but you know, there's just lots of other things i'd rather do. but as long as my cervix is pink and healthy-looking (which apparently it is), it's all good.
tonight i cooked chicken, ate it, finished Aurora Leigh and wrote my response to it, read and commented on the student poems for tomorrow's workshop, and cleaned up my house. the house was a big ol' mess after the events of saturday night. jorn briefly mentioned the halloween party, so i'll just briefly mention it here--i was glittery. rhett was Aluminum Foil Girl. jorn and rhett and élan and i all got ready here, so there was glitter and wings and aluminum foil and duct tape (which had attached the foil to rhett) all over the house. and then at the party, i proceeded to get smashingly drunk and make an idiot of myself (as i always seem to do), so much so that i Won the Pig. here in the mfa program we have a halloween party tradition by which the drunkest puking student is awarded the halloween stuffed pig (which entered the program as part of the costume of a drunk puking student several years ago) by the previous year's recipient. so yeah, it was me. but i did not actually throw up till almost 2am, and the party pretty much broke up around 3:15 from what i've heard, so i wasn't as bad as poor emily last year, who passed out around midnight.
sigh. the party was really, really fun before that, though. i'd tell you more about it, but there's lots that i just don't remember well (although i'm sure i'll hear all about the highlights eventually), though i am definitively sure that it was very fun. and my hair looked really cute, and was arranged so well that it did not come undone till jorn took it down for me when he put me to bed. we won't even mention what sunday was like, but by sunday night i was feeling much better and watched a pokemon movie with jorn, so the day wasn't a total loss. sigh. next weekend hopefully i won't have to leave the house, so whatever embarrassing things i do can just stay right here.
