Taking a moment to vent about Hipsters in Detroit

Dear suburbanite transplant that has moved to Detroit recently, and by recently I mean the last few years:

You have absolutely no right to look down on me, or have the audacity to tell me that because I don't live in Corktown, or a completely run down part of town that I have nothing to speak of.  I'm sorry that I don't dress as ironically as you, or that there is actually some room in my pants to you know move or sit, or not see every part of my lower torso. I have lived here my entire life, I have supported local businesses and supported many local organizations.  You have lived in the suburbs and know nothing about real life, you moved down here when some of your friends did, or when you read about your now urban God known as Phil Cooley.  I have nothing against Phil, he is a wonderful man who owns a great restaurant and truly wants to improve the city.  His so called followers though are a different story, some of you I have no problems with, you came to this city to actually make it better.  To the moronic assholes who came here to be cool, and not actually make a difference I despise you with a passion.  You came here and complained, you still complain about the quality of life, yet try nothing to improve it, I see you at local bars and and at music shows and somehow because of you I feel like I'm the odd one out.

You hipsters who are not creative enough to come up with your own style, who rummaged around your parents closets to find shirts from the 70s and 80s to wear so you can be retro cool.  You who drink your PBR or High life and listen to 7 bands that sound exactly alike that no one has ever heard of, and once this band reaches any form of success they are useless to you.  This for some reason I believe is your idea of living in Detroit, you like it because it is desolate and run down, no one wants to bother you, and if you see it is changing, just like your musical tastes you will grow disinterested with this city.  It will have become too mainstream for you to enjoy, too popular to be known as the unknown.  You will flee yet again just as your parents had years ago, and you will look back down at this city.  I will still remain, still endure, and try to make this place better.

This has been brought on by one stupid comment from one person who's been in the city for 3 years, and is the greatest authority on it apparently.  More so than people who have worked here or lived here from a time before she was born.  But no you are here to correct me and my friend on living in the city.

Can helping the city become as ironic as the clothes you wear, and you actually do something? Or will you remain in the ruins gladly listening to your unknown music, as you sit in the shambles of a once former great city?

I have not had a large impact on this city, yet I have tried.  I will help when called upon, and hell I've joined a few organizations to try and improve this city, and dear hipsters I find it despicable that you live here and we rely so much on your parents to drive down from the houses you moved out of to come in and help us.  The people who pay for your rent to stay in the city, because God forbid you get a real job, are the people who keep these organizations going. I'm sorry that I moved into a neighborhood that is still considerably safe, I'm sorry I've lived here my whole life, and I'm sorry that I dared disagree with you when we talked.

How dare I say that your thoughts on the city could be wrong, and that others have ideas on how to help this city.  You are smarter than me, you look down upon me, my shirt was made recently and that can only mean I'm a corporate shell who has been brainwashed with corporate ideas.  I have no idea what real music is because I only hear mainstream music or listen to Pandora.  My ideas in no way can be original, may you resurrect this city with your creative originality and lack of passion.

I might go out too much, or I need a better memory

So either my reputation precedes me or I have the worst memory of anyone I know.  I see a nice looking lady that I have absolutely no recollection of whatsoever, so I go and try to start a conversation, apparently this is the awkward moment where she knows who I am, we've talked before, and I do not remember a single second of it. At a local drinking establishment a friend wants to introduce me to a blond lady, I say whatever, she comes over he introduces me and she knows me.  How she knows me I'm not sure, but she knows my name, where I went to school and what I do for a living, all things that I do not know about her.  Also I would like to take this opportunity to ask my friends to stop calling me a slut, hell my sister has referred to me as that before and this is just odd.

I'm not sure what I can do about this, when I thought I went out too much I put myself on self-imposed sanctions to stay in more, I broke my own sanctions the same night.  But that was a fun night and well worth breaking my own rules. So I have decided to just keep rolling with the punches and embarrassment of not remembering people, it's what I'm good at. But at least I'm using my own name now.

The UN-Great Baraboo

This place deserves a rant blog, so here goes.

You horrible, horrible brewery never again shall I set foot in your establishment. Let me tell you, you are not worth it; your beer is awful. Who the hell added the sugar to your beer? I was ahead of Mike in drinking last night and the holding back from puking after trying every beer was a great sign for him. If your beer was good I could deal with the horrible service. On the service note, YOU SUCK! Thank you for forgetting to place my order after you acknowledge it, thank you for ignoring me the rest of the night too. I was totally ok with you hitting on the two old married guys and then chumming it up with the Gay Carney sitting across from us. To the other waitress it took all of my strength not to jump over the bar and smack you for singing "Come on Barbie Let's Go Party" every fucking 3 minutes.

Also I know you'll never find this blog or even read it but you sure as hell were not pretty enough to be getting away with what you were doing last night. I don't care, I can deal with bad service under the following conditions: 1. You have good beer - you failed miserably at this 2. You have good food - I don't know if you did, because you chose to ignore us and forgot our order 3. you are hot - HAHAHAHA, not even close, although you did think you were. I'm not quite sure if you can tell but I pretty much hated the whole experience last night. I would not even send my enemies to this bar, but if you are looking for someplace with shitty beer, carny folk, ugly waitresses that are annoying as fuck, then this is definitely the place for you. Me, I'm totally fine with being on a first name basis at the Motor City Brewery, you know a brewery with great beer, great food, and a great staff.

What is wrong with Me?

So I'm on a path of self destruction and don't care enough to change it.

I've already had this conversation before, but what the hell I'm venting. I'm fighting the idea of whether or not I'm actually an asshole, bear with me for a moment as I explain my logic. There have been now two times in my life that I've been hurt by the opposite sex, the first time was not a great emotional attachment but she said something that completely f*cked me up. After that I went on a sort of douchebag/asshole trend that lasted some time. I ended up taking a break and returning to "normal." This is where I met most of my friends, and hear from everyone that Konrad is a nice guy, we all like him. I tend not to ever hang out with the people I met during douchebag days.

Well recently I've been back on the whole asshole road again, only this time I'm realizing it. The only thing that I don't know is am I an asshole or is it my defense mechanism to the world. I am doing things without thinking anymore, and stuff I would normally not do. The bar has become my sanctuary, and yesterday a friend told me we're only 25 we should have a substance abuse problem...NO WE SHOULDN'T, and why the hell would you tell me this? Now I'm not sure if I'm an asshole with periods of being nice, or a nice guy with a tendency to become an asshole.

Case in point last Wednesday, getting out of class a girl I went to undergrad with came up and talked to me (backstory I have turned her down at least a dozen times before), started talking to me and asked me if I want to go out. A reasonable response would have been, no I'm sorry I'm busy or something of the sort; My response during this whole asshole phase: Sorry 13 is not your lucky number, and I'm sorry I just don't find you attractive. Again I didn't realize what I said/did until after and it was too late. I've lost the filter in my head to stop me from saying/doing these types of things. The only saving grace I can think of is that I feel bad about these things later, not much of a saving grace though. So right now I'm trying to figure out who I really am, and maybe I should reinvent myself, because I don't know what the hell is wrong with me anymore.

In other news I'm back to eating once a day if at all, and still trying to work out at about 1 in the morning. Oh well.

Update about me...

...So I have had a horrible week at work, that has me contemplating a career change. I wrote about this on facebook, and I'm still thinking about going back into finance. Don't get me wrong I still like working at the library but seriously, I am getting a little frustrated with all the crap I put up with. I could be putting up with the same crap for more money elsewhere. Seriously I took a $20,000/year pay-cut to become a librarian, and was one of the few people who declined a financial analyst position while I was still in school. Who knows maybe it's just a combination of feeling horrible the past few weeks. In other news to try and change how I feel I ended up taking my barber's advice that he gave me.

I did something and feel horrible about how I acted and how I did it, and yes I have had confirmation that I take the douchebag of the week award for it. I hear it takes time and get over it, well guess what I probably will at one point but who knows when. Believe me hearing at work a few weeks ago "you are beginning to depress me because I've never seen you sad" does not help make me feel better. And to help in self-fulfilling prophecies, after what I did and feeling bad about it, yes I went out a few nights in a row, and alcohol does nothing to make a person feel better. The best part of the week was the 4th of July park excursion at Stoney where I got to forget about all the crap I have been putting up with and just got to hang out for a while with friends. And the weekend is almost over and I will be returning to reality and remembering everything that sucks about life again.

Sigh, here we go again.

Hey I still sometimes add stuff here

Well its been a few busy and fun weeks, and if you are my friends you've either seen pics on facebook or flickr. So, I have started a new semester of classes and oh boy the same as before, just boring. Web site development was the first class, and is an online class. Guess what remember when my adviser said I would be bored the first six weeks, well turns out he was right and wrong, I will be bored not just the first 6 but all 15 weeks will be boring. So I got to learn how to create a web page, and use Google analytics in week 1, week 2 will have links, tables and image maps, this program wants me to become an alcoholic. I mean seriously what the hell is wrong with my school, yes its a school now no longer a program. Wahoo! (please note the sarcasm)

Class #2 is a fun management class, yes I have to take management again. But this time with less management theory and more talking about what/why we need. Awesome, so I have to go to a class and learn things I know again, and what I do everyday...I'm beginning to see a pattern with these classes I'm taking. In all seriousness though I might complain about these classes but I really do like my job and what I'm doing. I have fun at work, and that's what's important, I can sit through the classes and talk to people take facebook quizzes and find sneak peak tickets to movies during classes. The only drawback is the busywork that I don't really want to do.

On a totally different side note Motor City Brewing Co. has their Summer Brew back, so any takers? It's good stuff.

Catching up on the posting...

...because of my social reprimand last night. So sorry that I have not been posting every day, or posting stupid videos/links for all of you to go to. I have been busy, well not really but at least I can say that and make myself feel better. So it's been a while since I've complained about the newest adventures in my academic escapades.

So I am taking a whole two classes in grad school, why you ask because it's expensive and that's all I can do at a time. So this semester I am taking cataloging, and referencing, yes I know I sound like a fun, crazy, wild guy you all know and love.

These classes maybe the reasons that I drink as much as I do, seriously one teaches you common sense, and is filled with students who apparently have A) No social Skills B) Know nothing of real life C) Have been home schooled D) have been beaten repeatedly with the ugly stick E) Have had a mid life crisis and decided to change their career paths E) the few of you are actually cool, and I will talk to and F) A grade school teacher teaching grad classes. I actually get homework time during class, something I have not had since 4th grade, oh and if you can't find all the requirements for the assignment that's ok, it's hard to find things and you will not be marked down? Seriously thank you, that two hours you gave me last week for homework, I was at the bar drinking away my Motor City Ghetto Blasters, and the one shock top, which I will never drink again. Oh and I will get another two hours in class to do homework this week, so I'll put up a poll on what you think I should do during this homework time.

So far the best part was after the first assignment, we have a guest speaker come in to talk about real life situations. She started off by telling us that the last time she used what we just did, was for the assignment when she had the same class years ago. Guess what she uses Google to look stuff up, and never goes to reach for a book. Thank you, you mean that the internet has made the task of finding information easier? No, you don't say. I mean I can determine if a source is reliable on my own, holy crap thank you for this nugget of information. In all my collegiate life I never knew that the internet was a large warehouse of information that can be accessed anywhere and at anytime. I mean why should I pay for this degree when I can find everything on Google, it's such a time saver, and anyone can use it. Am I being too cynical here?

Second class has surprisingly more socially acceptable people, except for the teacher. Truly a surprise to find a class filled with mostly social people, the teacher is monotone, and appears to have stopped caring about teaching about 20 years before I enrolled for the class. So during her reading the freaking book to me for 3 hours at time, I take those stupid facebook quizzes, or read blogs/sites, or read watchmen. The teacher also has a habit of telling you very disturbing stories/facts mixed into her reading us rules; some great gems were her racist comments, disturbing revelations of her husband and "Daddy," and usually anything else she tells us that is not read from a gigantic rule book.

So, this a fun semester filled with beer, and me slacking through again. If I learn anything worthwhile I will be amazed, but looking forward to registering for a web development class this summer, and one of the main points of teaching is frames, you know what, 1995 called and they want their outdated web design idea back. WTF, I now think they are going to teach me how to log into AOL in this class, FRAMES SERIOUSLY!??!! Should I be prepared to hang myself now, is this the reason it's an online only class, that the people who know what they are doing do not beat you senseless for even mentioning the word frames in 2009? I half expect to log in and watch the first video and hear behold the power of FrontPage 5.0!!! Welcome to the new and exciting life of web-sites. ARRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

So this summer might be filled with more booze than I thought, and I'm going to love to learn about web design drunk! Behold the power of education, and how it is greatly improved with the addition of alcohol.

The once in a while Rant

So occascionally I use this blog to vent and rant a little, this is one of those times. Last night the Government loan to the Auto Industry failed. We gave $700 billion to the banking system to stop a worlwide banking failure, no biggie right? The government had no problem saving one institution that screwed themselves over, but when the auto industry needs to be saved, just wait one minute there what about the little businesses they ask? Yes the auto industry needs to be updated and needs to be more competitive. Last year both Toyota and GM sold the same amount of cars about 9 million cars each, GM did it at a $38.7 billion loss, Toyota $17.1 billion dollar profit. That is not competition that is a total ass kicking, they are dead even in sales yet have no chance at competition. P.S. Cerberus/Chrysler if you want govt. money make your books public, don't tell me you're broke without proving it.

But this is not the point of the rant, the $15 billion dollar loan is denied, ok, but what the hell is the Fed doing loaning $2 trillion dollars to unnamed institutions. Where the hell is Congress to go wait a minute on that shit. From Bloomberg:

The Federal Reserve refused a request by Bloomberg News to disclose the recipients of more than $2 trillion of emergency loans from U.S. taxpayers and the assets the central bank is accepting as collateral.

Bloomberg filed suit Nov. 7 under the U.S. Freedom of Information Act requesting details about the terms of 11 Fed lending programs, most created during the deepest financial crisis since the Great Depression.

So we can't save a large industry, unless you are a bank, then you can say you are just too big to fail and we go Well OK, now where are the rabbits Lenny, I want to play with the rabbits. But if you are not a bank we ask questions, and think of our constituents. Hell they let American Express recategorize themselves as a bank, to get money from the bailout, and have put the paperwork to recategorize yourself as a bank online. So GM become a Bank, get the bailout money, hell we all know the government will never get a dime back from that. Read the Bloomberg story here.

Me, I'm going back to thinking about how a few years ago, in business school going over the whole but the credit derivatives can't be covered what happens if the economy gets like totally f*cked? Don't worry that won't happen! HA! I remember all those offers to work for the risk arbitrage department, nice that would have been fun. I could only imagine looking at the screen and hearing crying/screaming when all the cards fell. Hell if we could see it in school, why did no one in the banking institution see this coming? Oh wait they did, but if you brought it up at an interview, that's where it ended and they wanted nothing to do with you. So Congratulations to the few who had enough money to actually make a killing by forseeing what would happen, and becoming rich off the stupidity of your colleagues.

Wait what did you say?

SO the first time in years that MSU has a chance to go to the Rose Bowl, yes you need the perfect conditions, a 1 in 100 win against PSU, and a 1 in a million shot of UofM beating tOSU this year. So you kind of have to root for a team you hate. State fans need UofM to beat Ohio, and if you can manage a win you're in the Rose Bowl, and are Big Ten Champs. (Holy Crap I am writing about MSU in the Rose Bowl). You expect your coach to know this, right? He should be saying things like we need to worry about ourselves and hope for the best, blah blah, blah...

But No he says:

I'm not rooting for Michigan," said head coach Mark Dantonio, who has spent 11 of the last 14 years working for Michigan State or Ohio State. "I'm going to focus on our task at hand here and worry about the things we can control. I have too many good friends and too many people that wouldn't let me back into their house to let me do that.

"So Go Bucks."

Wait, What?!?! SO you mean to tell me that you would rather see your old friends/team win, then admit you want a school you hate to win? You realize you need Michigan to win, not only should you want it you should be praying for a win. But you don't want to burn the bridges at Ohio, and that doesn't make me feel to good about you. Do you actually care about your current coaching job? DO you not realize that for your program this is a gigantic leap?

I'm not even a Spartan fan and that comment pissed me off, I'm not expecting a Michigan win, but damn. How does this make State fans feel? Your coach is rooting for the Buckeyes to win the Big Ten when you have a slim shot at it? Seriously WTF is up with that?

Sitting in the Library...

...not the one I work at, but the university Library, yes I know I go to another library to try to study, you'd think I'd be sick of them already. Trying to catch up in my classes and am realizing that a degree only proves how much bullshit you can actually put up with for your employers. I am reading about how to find information, and how to assess information in grad school. Seriously if I had no idea how to do this I wouldn't be here.

This is still a thousand times better than what would be considered a computer fundamentals class that I am taking. The joys of online classes for a person with little motivation are few and far between, and sitting through mandatory videos about stuff you already know how to do is awesome! Let me repeat awesome!! Everyone should do this, go and watch videos about stuff you know for up to 3 hours a week, see how soon you want to kill yourself. So, so far I've learned how to use Word, Excel, Powerpoint, basic html/css (not the good css where you actually create a style sheet, but the ghetto kind where it goes in the head of the page and of course no mention of php), and we will learn Access and databases next. I can barely contain my excitement about this, I mean wow databases, it's not like I had to learn how to do this in High school, or the Programming classes where holy crap you would learn how to write your own database. Could I not test out of this class you greedy money hungry whore of a school? I was told that before I could talk to someone and explain what I do, and would not be forced to take this sham of a class.

Back to trying to read crap, or better yet there's a bar down the street can you figure out what I'm going to do? If you answered that I'll be the good student and do the readings, you
A) either have more hope for me than I do
B) Do not know me
C) Forgot that I stopped that no drinking thing

The Bailout

Alexis de Tocqueville said: "The American Republic will endure until the day Congress discovers that it can bribe the public with the public's money."

Thomas Jefferson said: “I sincerely believe that banking establishments are more dangerous than standing armies, and that the principle of spending money to be paid by posterity, under the name of funding, is but swindling futurity on a large scale.”

Can we be fooled to bail out the banking system with our own money? A few years ago Bush vetoed a bill which would have spent $32 billion dollars to give children from low income money insurance. F*ck them he said we don't have the money, when the rich boys from New York, and Washington come crying to him that they screwed themselves over he almost trips over himself to race to give them money. OK our financial system is f*cked, banks screwed it up, now we have to save them, but they had months if not years to fix their sinking ship. Ins ted of just directly giving the money to the banks for their bad debt from the bad mortgages they gave out, they could have given the money to the home owners who lost their house to the foreclosure, but wait that would eliminate the bad debt, and the high foreclosure numbers, and stupid thought might actually help people who need the help.

So they now want $700 billion dollars to save the economy, they must have spent hours if not days coming up with the figure to resurrect our economy, right? A treasury spokeswoman when asked about the figure said:

"It's not based on any particular data point," a Treasury spokeswoman told Forbes.com Tuesday. "We just wanted to choose a really large number."

Great, so we enlarge the national debt for a figure they pulled out of their ass. In 1992, Sweden faced an almost identical crisis with their banking system after a housing market collapse but did they fork over money, NO!
"Banks had to write down losses and issue warrants to the government.

That strategy held banks responsible and turned the government into an owner. When distressed assets were sold, the profits flowed to taxpayers, and the government was able to recoup more money later by selling its shares in the companies as well"(Ny Times)By requiring equity from the banks for their bailout, it almost guaranteed that the banks would do everything they could not to require the assistance, and forced the banks to find capital themselves. And the best part is when the banking system corrected itself, the government, or tax-payers got their money back, maybe not all of it but at least their was a return on their investment.

"By the end of the crisis, the Swedish government had seized a vast portion of the banking sector, and the agency had mostly fulfilled its hard-nosed mandate to drain share capital before injecting cash. When markets stabilized, the Swedish state then reaped the benefits by taking the banks public again." See their plan worked!

But this whole situation reminds me of a Dilbert comic, and maybe I'm the wuss but I don't think we should just give a banking system that screwed themselves and the rest of us free money.

Update on my Degree

Well after dealing with the retarded bureaucracy at Wayne State, I'm finally done. Not without problems but I'm done. If you read my previous post you know the problem I had obtaining my degree, if you have not read it shame on you, recap here first, then read the rest.
Well back in Feb. I tried to get a class waived and boy was that fun, my student adviser sat on my HS transcripts for six months doing nothing, when I applied for my degree I find that out. So I went to the Advising center the following day, and wanted to talk to someone about waiving the class, I got there at 8:30 in the morning, which by the way sucks to go to Wayne State that early. I go to ask the secretary/student aide and asked him if I could see an adviser told him my major, and my problem he told me I needed my transcripts, I had not received the extra transcript from the Archdiocese of Detroit Archives yet.

So I go to the Business school who have a copy of my transcripts, and ask for a copy of MY records, and was told they're not sure if they could do that. WTF they are my damn transcripts, that I paid to be sent to the school, and was told at 8:40 am to wait to talk to an adviser, they don't come in til 9. Thanks, so I'm sitting their waiting, practically twiddling my thumbs, because there is nothing better to do, and advising the other students to run away from the advisers, and figure out what to do on your own, because they are completely pointless. So the first adviser comes in about 9:10 and, overhear the Secretary telling her they can't find my records in their filing system. AWESOME, so now you have completely screwed me over you lazy bastards. So the adviser looks for them, and finds them in the graduation pile, which they told me I could not do yet. So walking to her office I tell her I only need a copy of my H.S. transcripts, I am told to come into her office to talk, now if this was a porn, it might have been fun, but I had to wake up early on my only sleep in day of the week to come here dammit. So in her office she asks me what I wanted, and I tell here again that I only want a copy of my H.S. transcripts. She says that she can do that since they technically are mine, NO SHIT Sherlock thats why I'm here. Then she asks me why I and have to explain the same story again. She looks at me and says who did you talk to because we talked to Mrs. something, and they said they couldn't do it. So far I have talked to whover you guys gave me the number to, and was told that you have absolutely no idea what the hell you are doing, and I agreed.

I finally get a copy and go back to the advising center talk to the same secretary for the 4th time in two damn days, tell him my story again, and my major, and he then proceeds to tell me that they do not help business school students, I tell him that I know how to read the signs posted everywhere, but I was told to come here by the business school. The older possibly a secretary sitting in the back overheard my conversation, and told me to come to her, I have to once again explain the whole ordeal to a new person, show her the letter I got from the business school, and she says she will get someone who can help me. About 5 mins later she brings over a person and tells me to tell her my story, again. She then asks me if I can get a course catalog from my school, I tell her that would be hard since my school closed a few years ago, and they don't have these anymore. She ten asks if I can get a course description from the school, and I re-explained that the school closed, and that means that they don't have these records there anymore.

Now this is where I tell her that this has happened to other students including my sister, and that the only thing I can get is a copy of a letter my old guidance counselor wrote, explaining that it was actually two semesters of speech. She says to bring it, so I call Kasia on the way out, and she says that she'll look for it. Fast forward about a week or two, I go back to the advising center, and ask to talk to Mrs. Whatever, because I was told I need no appointment to come see her again, being 9 am and me being there I hoped to get this finally done, but was told they were in a meeting till 11am, yes all guidance counselors, for Wayne State, had decided to screw and shun the students for 2.5 hours that morning. SO, I do what I always do when I'm bored, I go online and find weird, and sometimes funny things (you should know this by now, if you have seen/read any parts of my blog). She comes in about 11, and talks to a friend for like 10 minutes at the door, as I am politely waiting, thankfully she remembers me and my problem, so there is no need to go through the whole story again. I bombard her with multiple letters, from my old school, my sister and WSU, she looks confused, and says she will copy them take care of the problem and let my adviser know that I can get my degree.

I did not hear anyting from my adviser for quite some time, and email her last week, I kept checking online, and read degree pending, no response from my adviser yet. 4 days after the email I get this response:
HI Konrad,
We will forward your info over to the Records dept. at the end of the
W08 semester, they will then mail the diploma.
Hope this helps

Why yes it does because I need my degree to apply to Grad school, and I check online and says degree awarded, So I'm done with you, then realize crap I'm coming back to you for Grad School. WSU is a new circle of Hell, if Dante could write a new book it would be set at the campus offices of WSU.

God I love Wayne State

So, I apply for graduation, and get a letter saying I need to take an oral communication (OC) class. Well I gave my student adviser my transcripts in the summer and was told that it would be taken care of in a week. Well I should have learned in the summer when she screwed me over from taking ahttp://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6965818831522789265&postID=7998506785411160808 class I needed, and then found out in the fall that I should have been allowed to take it. The walk in adviser also told me, that my student adviser was working on my OC requirement, and was told by her that it should be done no problem, along with the new adviser she was training.

So I apply for my degree, and get a response from my adviser saying she couldn't read the copy of the transcript from High School, about 5-6 months after she got it, so nothing was done. I get a call a week later telling me that that my high school classes won't count and to call advising if I need any more help. So I call advising and she tells me that student advisers and academic records have no idea what they are doing, and to come to them on Mondays, because they are open late. Ok today is Presidents day and I don't have to work and Wayne is open, so I drive down there pay my $2.5o to park, and go to the advising center. I go to the desk and the secretary tells me that Mondays are by appointment only, and he asks me if I want to make an appointment for Wednesday, Thurs., or Fri, I tell him I was never told about the damn appointments on the telephone when I called, he apologized for this, then asked him about Tuesday, and he said it was a walk-in day, so tomorrow at 8:30 am, I'll be at Wayne State, and telling them I am not taking a pointless class to teach me how to talk, when I was told I don't need to. They have already sucked enough money out of me, and are not getting anymore. So tomorrow I'll either be leaving happy or being dragged out by campus police for arguing with staff.