ACCOUNTANT BY DAY

The further I get in this accounting class, the more I frustrated I am with my teacher. She’s nice and accommodating to a degree, but I hate the fact that she doesn’t have very good follow-through when it comes to anything. She promises things like homework hints or answers to questions and doesn’t deliver on it, which makes the difficult aspects of the class even worse. I think I’m starting to get pretty burnt out on the material. All I want is to be done, but I can’t even figure out when I’m supposed to graduate because DeVry has approximately the worst customer service in the world. You’d think that for $20,000 a year I could get a freaking answer from somebody about something. But instead I get the privilege of having my questions ignored by both my advisor and my professors. I wish I had picked a different school.

One of the women from my group project last session, called me up tonight and said she was going to give me a degree in Blackology because I don’t know enough about black people and she doesn’t want me to be a dumb whitey who can’t relate to her. Because my white guilt will not permit me to say no to this proposal, I will graciously submit to her ministrations of black education. She sent me some links to information about black people, like cool inventions that black people were responsible for, like the elevator, and other facts. She said some reading assignments will follow.