A few days ago, an older women came into my office and I had the following conversation with her:
Me: (Eye's widen)
Student: I tried to get one but couldn't get into it for my teacher*.
Me:(open new window to pull up my blog) Do you have a financial aid question?
Student: Well no see, because I lost the email for school*, I don't know how to get in contact with my teachers. So I can't find out.
Me: Ok, do you have a question pertaining to Financial Aid?
Student: Well no but, I need to know about my* grades and I don't have the email (.
Me: Well I can only answer financial aid questions. If you have an issue with access to your email, you will need to contact tech support.
Student: So you can't do* email here?
Me: Well, we do have computers and they can access email but I am still not sure what you are trying to accomplish. But if you are having trouble with your email, call tech support
Student: Okay then*. Good day
Me: ...
Now to the untrained eye this may seem just like a slightly confusing conversation with a sweet old lady whose grasp on technology was only bested by her grasp of English. You might be saying to yourself, what is with all of those *'s? Imagine to yourself that each of those stars were 15-30 second ramblings that fall somewhere between the Cosby Meme and Suel Forrester, Southern Lawyer. It was one of those times were you expect Ashton Kutcher to burst through the wall telling me I got punk'd. Both confirming that a lady so insane couldn't possibly exist and my status as an A list celebrity worthy of appearing on his crappy show. Yet, here I sit at my computer just a lowly Financial Aid Officer with nothing but my crazy lad friend. She's a gem though and because nothing was resolved, I can only sit and wait on our next convershiddity abot the fincishery adibay
Student: Okay then*. Good day
Me: ...
Now to the untrained eye this may seem just like a slightly confusing conversation with a sweet old lady whose grasp on technology was only bested by her grasp of English. You might be saying to yourself, what is with all of those *'s? Imagine to yourself that each of those stars were 15-30 second ramblings that fall somewhere between the Cosby Meme and Suel Forrester, Southern Lawyer. It was one of those times were you expect Ashton Kutcher to burst through the wall telling me I got punk'd. Both confirming that a lady so insane couldn't possibly exist and my status as an A list celebrity worthy of appearing on his crappy show. Yet, here I sit at my computer just a lowly Financial Aid Officer with nothing but my crazy lad friend. She's a gem though and because nothing was resolved, I can only sit and wait on our next convershiddity abot the fincishery adibay
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