Mrs. Sarah Hawkins is one of the student counselors. Mrs. Hawkins opened her door and ushered me into her office. She was around sixty, with white hair put up in a prissy style. She had an expensive ergonomic chair behind a nice computer desk, which was carefully oriented so that I couldn’t see the computer monitor. That seemed particularly unhelpful, given the reason I was here. The chair for me wasn’t very comfortable, which seemed just plain mean, given her chair. Strike two.