To graduate, my school makes everyone fulfill writing, quantitative (math) and breadth (other electives) requirements. An advisor finally called me back today and while I had him on the phone, I realized I didn't know if I'd completed them all.
Me: Oh, okay. And what about my...the requirements... What about my width?
Advisor: ...
Me: Not my width. I mean I know my width. I mean the... the required... writing and math and...
Advisor: Your Writing, Quantitative and Breadth requirements are fulfilled.
Me: Breadth!
Advisor: ...
Me: Sorry.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
This would never have happened in a text message.
Posted by The Ousted Princess at 4:24 PM
Labels: I fail at life
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