The Guidance Counselor
It is now time to tackle
one of life's greatest mysteries, Guidance Counselors, the one variable that the
higher education system did not take into account when devising the admissions
process. That fork in the road that everyone talks about in journeys of growth
and self-discovery, but instead of a lifeless metaphor, it is a homely person
with an affinity for small mammals and bad advice. When looking back we should
have avoided this individual like the plague. But, our naive former selves were
too nice and ultimately huge suckers for unwarranted compliments and free
candy. As we sit in the broom closet converted to an office we wonder,
"Shit, I am glad the local school board appropriation committee took this
so seriously." Another thing you notice is that there is a mug sitting on
their desk with a catchy motivational saying on it for example, "Look on
the bright side." If this does not lift your spirits you have the equally
vile sayings haphazardly plastered across the paste colored cinderblock walls. They
always have a smile on their face. That is the weirdest part of the whole ordeal. You literally could
have said, "I just killed your small (insert dog/but most likely cat) and
they would have shrugged it off like they stubbed their toe. As he or she
begins to talk, cue the downfall of your future. They usually give you a survey,
which ends with an outcome placing you in the lowest taxable bracket. You know
its not going to happen, but your foreseeable confidence is shot. Then they
give you pamphlets about schools in which you would never attend, because their
personal fears of rejection are being projected onto your frail body. It proceeds
with bits of useless information that add up to nothing. You eventually have
the awkward so how is everything going/life conversation. Directly following
this exchange, you grasp at the doorknob, as if you were Chuck Noland screaming
for Wilson your lonely beach ball companion. It’s to late, your mind fucked, if
only that sexual harassment course in period two warned me about mind rape.


