That’s what I’ve heard all day, in addition to other stuff. Rain and sirens aren’t what this pathetic post is about. What you’ll read here is all over the place.
I’m hoarse from being on the phone for two days with prospective students who want to register for the EMT (Emergency Medical Technician-Basic) course that started yesterday… It's a semester-long course. Why not register before the classes begin? Huh? I do understand the unemployment rate is out of control, so I can sympathize with many who are inquiring so late. What challenges my interpersonal skills most is dealing with “Mom” who calls for her son or daughter. In just two days, a record-breaking six Moms have called me for their unemployed high school graduates. They don't call once, they call a dozen times instead of reading what I e-mail to them.
Mom: “What does he/she need to do to register?”
Me: “Can I speak to him/her? Most sections are filled.”
Mom: “No, he/she isn’t here right now.”
Watching MTV at a friend’s house, I suppose?
Me: “It’s required of all EMT-Basic students to provide an unofficial college transcript with credit in core courses or they need to take a basic skills test in reading and math with results at a 12th grade level.”
One Mom asked, “What’s on the skills test?”
This is when I want to reach through the phone and slap slap slap. LET GO OF YOUR BABY and stop enabling your child to continue being a child instead of a responsible adult. Have your son/daughter call me or visit the college and talk with a counselor.
But, in reverence to the college’s Customer Service Standards, a mandatory professional development workshop I attended today, I offered kindness while on the phone… Nuff said.
Sad birds now.
here to the Cornell Institute and report this disease.
Friends, I’m trying to kick the “holiday” mode and get back into the “no nap” habit. It's been early to bed lately, too tired to visit you. All I can do is post a little now. I hope you understand. Thanks for your wonderful comments.
a return Visit
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