Our school has a counseling office. Or at least, we’re supposed to have one. But you see, we don’t. No. Instead, we have a bunch of women who sit on their asses all day, gossipping.
Now, there are many reasons that I detest our guidance counseling office:
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They’ve stuck me in tenth grade English.
I’m a junior. I’ve already taken American Literature, the expected junior lit class, because of differences between the curriculum at my old school and this one. At my old school, you took American Lit in tenth grade. Here, you take it in eleventh. Not a big problem, right?
Right?
Of course, when I finished American Lit, they told me I’d have to take 10th grade lit and comp. No big deal, I mean, I can deal with the sophomores for an hour and a half every other day.
Then I saw my schedule, and realized that they put me into a Magnet class. I do not belong in a magnet class. I took honors American Lit, so don’t you think I might be ready for a 10th grade honors class?
I asked the counselor. Oh, no. We wanted to stick you in an honors class, but couldn’t. There isn’t a tenth grade honors class in that time slot.
When I compared schedules to my sister (who is in the same position as me, junior taking tenth grade lit), though, it became apparent they were full of shit. She has 10th grade literature honors in the same block that I have 10th grade lit. magnet. Oh, well. I suppose I’ll suffer through it for a year. I mean, I’m only wasting an eighth of the time I’m here at school. I went to the first class this semester, got the syllabus, everything hunky-dory.
But when I looked at the syllabus, it was like deja vu. I knew I’d seen this curriculum before… Oh, that’s right. I took this in ninth grade. At my old school, the curriculum of this school’s ninth and tenth grade literature was rolled into a one year class.
So I’m retaking a course I got an A in. In an easier format. With a bunch of assholes who don’t shut up.
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I do not have my PSAT scores yet.
Now, this I might understand. Might. If, you know, they told us that we wouldn’t have our scores yet. But they didn’t. They told us we’d have them by last week. I went to the guidance counselor today, and they told me that they’d have them for us “some time after New Year’s, when you come back from break.” What the fuck? Why? Oh, that’s right, because the lazy-ass guidance counselors have to go through our scores and check them. So that they can… they can… sit on their asses. That’s it. They need to know our scores so that they can sit on their asses.
It’s the only reasonable explanation.
Now, I won’t get my PSATs, which I’ve been fretting about for the past two weeks, until January. Asshats.
3.They charge you to get a copy of your transcript.
Now, I could see this as being reasonable if, and only if, they also charged you for printing anything out from the school computers. But they don’t. The guidance counselors charge you for getting a copy of your transcript, so that you send it to a college that they didn’t help you find. I mean, they helped put you in all the right classes and graduate, right (wrong, for the sarcasm impaired)? They only deserve just compensation for all the hard work they’ve done.
Fuck you, lazy assholes. Find another job where you don’t screw with my life.