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Fuck you, Stony Brook
Aug. 23rd, 2005 06:06 pmOtakon post is being slowly updated. I've just posted Friday's nonsense behind a cut, with tons of pictures. XD I don't see finishing it all anytime soon. Anyway, to the matter at hand.
I came home yesterday after 18.00, and checked my mail. The real stuff, the kind the mailman brings. One of them, as I expected, was my SASE that I'd sent out with my petition letter. The envelope was really thick (in fact, they had to put another stamp on it), so I didn't know what to expect. When I opened it, every last sheet of paper that I'd sent out was sent back to me. There was one extra paper that said (paraphrased), "We got your petition. Call academic advising to see what kind of supporting documents you need."
What the fuck, Stony Brook.
The advisor couldn't have told me what I needed EXACTLY when I made the trek out there two weeks ago? She couldn't have spared me reliving horrible memories and opening wounds that I thought were closed (or at least healing)?! And I spent a week, bothered all of you, for a four-page letter that I'll bet they didn't even LOOK AT?! I've never been angrier. I know some of you have seen me angry, really angry, where I'll cry from frustration and scream and throw things and lash out, or laugh from the sheer ridiculousness of the situation, but no. I was beyond that yesterday. I was so angry that I didn't cry. I didn't laugh. I didn't shake or throw or punch a wall. I was calm. I was so angry, I just went up to my room and started to unpack.
I don't know what to do about this. It's like I'm not supposed to go to school anymore. Seto has graciously offered a lead on a job, but in all seriousness, if he can't help, I'm a hair's breadth from selling my soul to McDonald's or something (within walking distance, perhaps).
I came home yesterday after 18.00, and checked my mail. The real stuff, the kind the mailman brings. One of them, as I expected, was my SASE that I'd sent out with my petition letter. The envelope was really thick (in fact, they had to put another stamp on it), so I didn't know what to expect. When I opened it, every last sheet of paper that I'd sent out was sent back to me. There was one extra paper that said (paraphrased), "We got your petition. Call academic advising to see what kind of supporting documents you need."
What the fuck, Stony Brook.
The advisor couldn't have told me what I needed EXACTLY when I made the trek out there two weeks ago? She couldn't have spared me reliving horrible memories and opening wounds that I thought were closed (or at least healing)?! And I spent a week, bothered all of you, for a four-page letter that I'll bet they didn't even LOOK AT?! I've never been angrier. I know some of you have seen me angry, really angry, where I'll cry from frustration and scream and throw things and lash out, or laugh from the sheer ridiculousness of the situation, but no. I was beyond that yesterday. I was so angry that I didn't cry. I didn't laugh. I didn't shake or throw or punch a wall. I was calm. I was so angry, I just went up to my room and started to unpack.
I don't know what to do about this. It's like I'm not supposed to go to school anymore. Seto has graciously offered a lead on a job, but in all seriousness, if he can't help, I'm a hair's breadth from selling my soul to McDonald's or something (within walking distance, perhaps).
