So A has a maths paper today for which he has studied all night, though in hysterics and fits over his fate the next day. He reaches the department but the prof is missing and nobody knows his whereabouts. He begs and grovels to the lab staff to give him his number and call him up. The prof doesn’t listen to a word he says and sends him to the HoD to cover his ass. Okay, i deserve this, not an issue. A writes a long letter the the HoD explaining the situation to him. The HoD takes one look and the worthless piece of junk written on the paper (i.e. his plight) and sends him back to the prof telling him he has no say in the matter. The prof sees the letter and sends A back to the HoD telling him to get the “fuck off” the prof conveyed to him in writing on the letter. Such innocent games these profs play among each other, sending kids back and forth across 3 floors, when they know the kid has an exam today. So cute! no?
Well, the HoD then sends the kid across to his Faculty Advisor, the highly dreaded ancient prof that your mom told you about. A goes in fearing the worst but is pleasantly surprised. The FacAd listens to him, laughs, spends 15 minutes telling him what a worthless piece of shit he is and signs the letter. A is delighted, but later in the story he did realize that the FacAd did so because he knew his signature didn’t hold zilch in the scheme of things. A goes back to HoD, HoD doesn’t believe the kid is alive after the encounter with the FacAdder and goes to his office to enquire about his well being. They spend an hour laughing at the poor bastards who bring them little slips of paper with a hope that they’ll solve their problems while A stands outside, sweating. HoD sends him back to the prof who sends him to the Dean proclaiming the matter is out of his hands but in a tone which suggests, “Oh you poor naive devil! I can do everything. I just don’t want to, you worthless piece of shit!” The letter goes to the Dean, it’s 2 pm and A has a paper to give which he royally screws up as expected. The day ends with him, weary, traveling 10 km to cancel a ticket for the same day. His dad is waiting for him at his sister’s place. But that is another story.