Last night, my Humanities professor made me lose my temper and also pushed the two other seniors to tears. Her inept teaching style and refusal to take responsibility for the issues the seniors are having is crap. Her unprofessionalism frightens me. I can honestly say that I have learned nearly nothing in this class, and certainly nothing from her scattered direction. She blamed the problems we are having on us. Talked down to us like we were some of her high school children, and pretty much pissed me off. I felt like punching her, but her pink poncho protected her. I don’t touch pink.
This senior thesis stuff is a big deal. I’ve been floating lost in a sea of unknowns since January, trying to find something in choppy waters on which to hold. I like porn and pin-ups. Finally, in a fit of frustrated anger, I found my thesis. I sent it to her this morning, revised and shiny, and fully expect it to come back to me with notations for revision. I really hate this woman.
But there’s a light. I will get together with Miss Anne and the youngling soon. He returned our Star Wars Clone Wars DVDs, and Anne smiled as she told me that they watched them many,many times. I find it endlessly amusing that he requests to come over to our house. It makes me feel like less of an ogre.
I did not ride my bike yesterday. We laid down for a cat-nap that was shortened by a phone call. Beyond the misery in class, I held my breath most of the day in anticipation of our coming departure. The details remain hazy for a reason. Clarification will come on Thursday, or with a locked post. I hate locking the posts, though.
I tried to call my sister yesterday. I keep getting her voicemail. I hope all is okay. I also got a lovely letter from Nicole. That child cracks me up, really.
March 28th, 2006 at 9:59 am
Oddly enough, we are facing the same frustrations in our class. Again, it must be the room.
An appointment will be made in the near future with the Dean of the Holt school. A group of us have decided to get together and voice our concerns. We understand that nothing can be done about our grades, but at this point but we simply want someone to listen. We pay for these classes and it is our right to have freedom of speech and to be able to take our concerns to someone.
On a side note, I told the youngling that I saw you and that a visit will be made to E&D’s casa in the near future. His eyes lit up like it was x-mas morning. He was happy that I returned the dvd’s to you (he was very concerned about getting them back to you and that we had them for so long). Thanks for lettings us watch them. If I don’t see you - please have a save and joyous weekend and I look forward to spending some time with the both of you when you return.
xoxo
March 28th, 2006 at 10:18 am
The seniors have already begun the process as well. The saddest thing is that there are those in the class that think that a 17 point curve on a midterm is a nice thing. It isn’t. The miscommunicaiton was with the professor. I am shocked that they allow professors of this caliber at Rollins. I hope things work out for you and your class, love. I really do!
The youngling is a doll. And I really do love having you all over to the hosue. But, remember. You are not allowed to have “too much” fun. I am going to get a complex if you contiunue to get ill around me!
Besos!