|To keep the ball rolling, sometimes |
you need to cut parts out.
The professor glared at us. The upside of being 44 years old and in college for the first time is, I am doing this on my own dime. I purchased a book, a seat and a professor. I don’t mind saying that if I have a need. The professors hate it, but word is out that I have the college’s customer service number. I’ve asked for the supervisor of two different deans. They frigging hate me. I can’t say I like me, either.
My adviser is a double doctor. He has a Ph.D in Electrical Engineering and another in Adult Education. He is insufferable. We hit it off well. He told the 150 or so freshmen that if we wanted a different adviser, we would not be able to find a better one than he.
“Did you have a better adviser in mind?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“Your mom sounds pretty good,” I replied.
At the time, thought I was sharp.
It turns out his mom also has a Ph.D. And she is on the college’s board. I wish I had done some more research before opening my mouth.
In retrospect, it was all fairly predictable.