(I work for my university during the mornings of open days. I take tours and answer any questions visitors have. If you do everything available to you, it’s normally a full day. A mother who has been sitting down with her son for a while approaches me. It’s around 12:30.)
Me: “Hi, is there something that I can help you with?”
Mother: “Yeah, my son has this letter that says he has a meeting this afternoon. Will we be missing anything if we don’t go?”
Me: “Oh, well there is the general introductory talk at 1:00. It is just some information about student life and life in Swansea. But it’s not necessary to attend. I can give you a print out of the talk if you like.”
Mother: “Oh, that would be nice. But this thing this afternoon–is that important?”
Me: “You mean your departmental visit? Well, that’s what most people come to see. You meet lecturers and find out a lot more about the course in the afternoon. Is there some reason that you need leave now?”
Mother: “No, we’re just really bored.”
Me: “Hello this is [name] from [college] returning your call. What can I do for you?”
Student: “Hi, I was calling to find out–”
(A very loud noise erupts in the background. Yelling, laughing, and a strange buzzing sound ensues.)
Student: *sounding embarrassed* “Sorry about that. I work at a hospital and it’s really quiet today. Everyone’s playing Operation (the game).”
Me: *laughing* “Ma’am, you just made my day.”
Parent: "It’s ridiculous that I’m expected to give my information for my daughter to go to college. My parents didn’t pay for my college and I’m not paying for hers. I’m not giving it!"
Me: "Sir, these are the federal government’s regulations. According to the government, until your daughter is 23, married, or has a dependent of her own, she needs to provide your financial information."
Parent: "So, you’re saying if she gets married or knocked up, I don’t have to take care of her?"
Me: "Um…technically, yes."
Parent: *to daughter* "That’s it. You know what you have to do. You need to get pregnant now."
Daughter: *looking mortified and whining to her father* "Daaaad!"
Parent: "I’m serious. If you want to go to college then you’re throwing out your pills and getting yourself knocked up."
(I overhear this as I am getting dinner.)
Girl 1: “Hey, if you wanna grab us a table, I’m going to go see what they’re serving today.”
Girl 2: “Okay.”
Girl 1: *comes back* “Hey, what is a Pollock?”
Girl 2: “I’m pretty sure it’s a person of Polish decent. Why?”
Girl 1: “Oh, I guess they’re frying them over there by the cabbage.”
(The sign says ‘Fried Potluck’.)
(I’m an Admissions Officer and am working at a college fair. We are not religiously affiliated. I run into an alum.)
Me: “Hi, is your daughter interested in [college]?”
Alum: “I’m an alum. Class of ’83.”
Me: “Fantastic! I’m Class of ’04. Can I answer any questions for you?”
Alum: “I won’t be letting my daughter look here. I have some issues with how [college] is being run. God is not happy with you, and neither am I.”
Me: “I’m sorry to hear that, ma’am. If you’d like, I’d be happy to take your comment back to the Vice President of-”
Alum: “Are you aware that you let in students with liberal views and speakers with socialist leanings?”
Me: “Ma’am, we have a great deal of speakers on campus with a variety of view points.”
Alum: “The school has gone downhill since we let in those people! So I’ve stopped giving money. You can take that back to them. You’ll no longer see my $25 a year.”
Me: “Ma’am, as an alum myself, I’m proud to have graduated from a school that encourages both freedom of thought and speech in our students and speakers.”
Alum: “You don’t need freedom of speech if you let Jesus think for you.”