Wednesday, January 5, 2011

I am trying to get to a final exam and, in the midst of a panic attack, I completely forget where the classroom is located.  I decided to go to the administrative office, hoping someone there can look me up in the system and help me find my way.  I walk past the first desk where there are some people standing around behind the desk looking more like their hanging out than actually working.  At a lower desk counter further along, there is an African American woman behind the desk, older than the “hanging out” crowd who look more like student volunteers than actual employees.  She is already helping someone else so I get behind this woman but slightly removed so as not to crowd the desk.  Just as the woman is concluding her business, two more African American women walk up to the counter, completely ignoring me.  I try to interject myself, throw an arm out to stop them from jumping ahead of me, but the woman behind the counter not only ignores me (with a smirk, no less), she hands the other woman a form to be filled out manually.  I try to protest but none of the three will listen to me.  I then point out to the woman who is filling out the form that she could go sit at a table and fill out that form while the woman behind the counter helps me.  The form filling woman actually shifts herself to further push me out of the way as the woman behind the counter blatantly ignores me as I explain that I need to know where my final exam is taking place.  I decide to go over to the younger people who, when I ask them to help me, kind of laugh at me behind their hands and say that they will get right on that but then don’t really do anything.  I walk out of the office and back into the hall, not with the intention of looking for the class.  I am going to leave the school altogether and just give up on taking this very important exam.

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