Here’s a short conversation with the professor (who’s also
my grad school mentor) prior to the “patient contact” calamity that left me
hanging around the behavioral unit for days. Helpless is the word.
Prof: Did you get my email? I don’t suppose you’ve seen it. Enjoyed your ABM training?
Me: Loved it (sarcastically) But...shouldn’t I be able to have patient contact now?
Prof: Not until you get your ID. (pauses to cough) I understand your impatience. You feel like you’re in the way but it is protocol.
Me: *gasp* He read my mind. Erm…so, when can I get my ID?
Prof: Soon enough. I’m making sure you stay patient until I get your status approved. No pun intended.
Me: How long is soon enough?
Prof: When I email you. *chuckles*
One thing I've learned about this school after one month, you live and die with emails.
Prof: Did you get my email? I don’t suppose you’ve seen it. Enjoyed your ABM training?
Me: Loved it (sarcastically) But...shouldn’t I be able to have patient contact now?
Prof: Not until you get your ID. (pauses to cough) I understand your impatience. You feel like you’re in the way but it is protocol.
Me: *gasp* He read my mind. Erm…so, when can I get my ID?
Prof: Soon enough. I’m making sure you stay patient until I get your status approved. No pun intended.
Me: How long is soon enough?
Prof: When I email you. *chuckles*
One thing I've learned about this school after one month, you live and die with emails.
Spam kao,
Vonnie S.
Vonnie S.
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