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When asked, no one really has any concept of what my day job is.  I explain it like this.  “I help students figure out what classes they need to take in order to graduate “on time”…”  (“On time” is in air quotes since the traditional 4 year college track has now become 5-6 years…)  At least that’s what I am supposed to be doing.

The frozen expression on my face when I experience these stories…

And since I regret NOT keeping a journal of instances, conversations, wacked out situations, and the like, I might as well start now.  No time like the present, right?  Might as well, considering one day I’ll publish a book and become super rich and famous just for living life and doing my job to the best of my abilities…

…keep in mind, for confidentiality and privacy sake, I’m going vague here, but you’re smart readers, you’ll get the idea…

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*disclaimer: this story was not mine, rather a colleague from another school.  They wrote the script, I’m just sharing.  

Scene:  student wants an incomplete contract for their summer course

Circumstances:  incomplete contracts are given for severe incidents; death, sickness, and incidents beyond your control

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Friend:  “Hello student.  Happy (day of the week).  Welcome to the office.  How can I help you today?  What is your incident?”
Student:  “I missed a quiz.”
F: ” I’m sorry to hear that.  Did you miss a quiz because of a death, sickness, or incident beyond your control?
S:  “No”  (gotta love these one word answers)
F:  “Then why did you miss the quiz?”
S:  “Because I was up late last night studying and I slept through my alarm.”

Do we really believe that excuse?

S:  “But I didn’t do it on purpose.  So I don’t know why I should be punished for not being able to take the quiz.”

*head?  meet desk*