“So you can see from the syllabus that you have your first policy analysis due next week. You’ll notice that I didn’t give you a whole lot of guidelines on what it’s supposed to look like. Just do your best.
On the bright side, you’re all in the same boat!”
This is not a boat I want to be in.
Especially not without my water wings.
Sounds like a call I got a week before graduation.
School admin person “You know when you finish class x you’ll only have 119 hours, right?”
Me instantly scared: “No, I’ll have 122. I know because I counted.”
Admin: “The general college called and said they’re not counting one of your language classes because you had two years in high school.”
Me, relieved: “Yeah, two years of spanish 1, I wasn’t much better at it in high school.”
Thankfully, they believed me and I graduated. Good luck on your analysis.
Yeesh. So, it’s “I know I’m supposed to be teaching you something but I just can’t be bothered so figure it out yourself.” Niiiice.