Monday, February 18, 2013

I need a signature from M. Santi. Wait, who the hell is M. Santi?

The university that I attend is famous for the ridiculous amount of administrative staff its hiring in the past few decades (who continue to get paid more and more while tuition has gone up by a factor of ten). The graduate school has shuffled nearly all of its responsibilities back to the individual graduate programs. What do they do? Graduation.

I received the graduation packet in the mail the other day. Although everything looked A+ online when I submitted my request, I've received a form that my committee has to sign in the next ten days (i.e. before the first working day of the month of defending). Which is rad, but ... the four people listed on the form? They're not my committee. Well, two of them are. But one was removed three years ago, and one, well, I've never even heard of this person before. In any of the biomed departments.

Really, graduate school? You have minimal shit to do now. And of all of the things to fuck up...?

Really?

Really?

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