Friday, December 17, 2004

The good news: my professors have posted the grades for Fall ’04. Add two more A’s to my transcript. One for Chicano Studies 100, and the other for English 301.

The bad news: Due to ignorance on my part, I took two (and maybe even more) courses at Los Angeles Valley College and they turned out to be just a waste of A’s, for they do not fulfill any of my career requirements. I don’t know how this happened, but I guess my only consolation is that they were both easy courses (I took one over the summer) and so I didn’t go through a hard time. 🙁

This is where I remember that counselor at LAVC who was anything but helpful. The fucker would just sit there and stare at me, instead of spotting my confusion and dealing with it. He probably just saw a fat, short Mexican with an accent. To top it off, this Mexican had withdrawn all his classes in his first college semester, getting Cs and Bs in the semesters that followed. Perhaps the bastard thought that if he drank his coffee as my ignorance pleaded to be eradicated, I’d go away and leave him alone. I did. I stayed away from counselors until it was time for me to transfer to CSUN.

The moral of the story: see a counselor… or two… or three… until you’ve found one who’s got the know-how and dedication to the profession.

Because I have no need for your pity, I’m not so sure I should show you this…

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