Who's Your Hero?

There's an old skater proverb that says, "don't dis a dude until you've ridden a mile on his long board."




Or it's something to that effect.



First of all, welcome back DSC'rs! You didn't think you'd escape the likes of me this semester did you? Despite my Skewed Reviews being a bit fewer and far-between this year, I'm still here to review the holy hell out of everything I see.



And today? Well, today I have had it up to my nostrils with students complaining about the DSC faculty and staff. Especially since the majority of students doing the complaining have never been on the other side of the counter.



This specific topic is dear to my heart because over the years I have kindled a very close relationship with the ladies at the registration office and their colleagues across the way at the cashier's office. It just zaps my zebra when I hear students standing in line complaining about the speed /friendliness/efficiency of the hard-working people on the other side of the help desk.



My first review of the year is an unfortunate one. All of you who complain about the unsung heroes who literally keep this school moving get one month straight of the following punishment: You must do the staff's job, have no training, and only deal with students like you.



That's right, you know whom I'm talking about. The student who shows up two minutes before the help desk/registration office/ cashier's window is supposed to close and expects everyone behind the desk to do all the legwork.



You show up with no ID and no idea as to what classes you are taking. You are surprised when classes are full, and then you blame it on the poor souls whose job is only to assist you, not do everything for you.



I just have to wonder if you would act this way if you ever had to deal with someone like yourself.



So it's just like the old gamer proverb: "Don't knock a hero until you've played on his plastic guitar."



How would you like it if, after taking 21 credits, a person came up to you and said something like, "pisshaw. 21 credits aren't that much!"



You would already know that person had never taken 21 credits in his or her life.



But lo and behold, guess what? There is a cure to your stuckuppedness. In fact, to make it more interesting, I'll call it a dare instead of a cure.



The next time you realize you don't have the correct class, a proper transcript, lack of a parking pass, and countless other things that require you to seek face-to-face help, I dare you to pretend the person helping you is your mother.



Better yet, make it your grandmother.



Imagine that all her life, all she ever does, has done, and will do, is all for you. Sometimes, even when the staff member, aka Granny Red, has your best intentions in mind, things don't always follow true. Hold your tongue and don't blame the poor person who has to listen to your crap and isn't allowed to tell you where you need to go, and the best way to get there.



Oh, by the way, if there are faculty and staff members on campus who do take the liberty of jumping down a student's throat just because he or she is having a bad day and is finally fed up, then those members get a special review as well.



Those employees get one of the upcoming semesters of having to park in regular student parking, but getting tickets because their parking pass is expired.



So the next time you are on edge and you require the assistance of someone who's on the college payroll, just remember the old Tiger Woods proverb: "Don't judge a man until you've slept with his wife."



OK, ignore that last one.