Thank You, Thank You

She minces no words in her
contemptuous description of her
high school guidance counselor whose
personal desire to graduate with his
degree from a local college and return
to his roots in the small town do not
reflect her aspirations.  He
recommends for her perusal
web sites for universities he
approves of judged by the attractive
and so neat accessibility, urging
her to explore them, studiously 
setting aside those universities whose
degrees she has already explored and
chosen.  The teacher counselor
is at a loss how to enter online portals
and use the web sites, so the perplexed
and very vexed student offers useful
lessons.  Her hard-earned marks she
is proudly dependent on also summarily
dismissed as "fairly good".  Her queries
to assist in applying for appropriate
scholarships an outright puzzle to this
education specialist tasked with
absorbing students' present, and
guide them toward their future.  She
has learned the full measure of
frustration, her resentment and scorn
incremental, growing in furious disgust
each time these sessions in
academic uselessness are scheduled.