What I Really Learned in High School

Counselors are useless. Or at least mine is. Part I

Every time I talk to my counselor (so maybe once a year) it's the same exact thing:

She reads off a paper I could have downloaded myself, then ushers me out the door. And she doesn't even read the paper. She just reads what's in bold.

Honestly, she is not helpful.

Some counselors are amazing, so please don't hate your counselor just because I hate mine.

But some are evil.

Some don't care at all about what classes you take. What choices you make. They couldn't care less.

So pray you get a good counselor, and if you don't, my condolences.