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ladymirthSo. I handed in one Art History assignment, did one Critical Thinking presentation which did not go anywhere near as badly as we anticipated, and did the unexpected CT final exam which turned out to be easy as pie.
(On another note, why is pie easy anyway? Or is that pi? But there's nothing easy about pi, because, "Hi, secondary school math". What about pie is easy? Baking it? Eating it? Its sexual procovilities? And most importantly, what kind of pie?)
However, things which are Up In The Air, include whether my Art History instructor will accept my second assignment handed in late if I beg and plead and grovel, and what the all-wise administration will decide to do about my Critical Thinking mid-semester grade. We did not have a mid-semester exam in my former instructor's class and I found out that my current instructor had given one which it is too late for me to take as well. Plus, he is the kind of brillant sonofabitch who refuses to take responsibility for the overall grading, or even helping me out a little in that department "because all this was purely an administrative decision and not (his) own".
Gee, thanks. I now believe that all Critical Thinking instructors take pre-requisite course on How To Fuck Your Students Over By Being An Asshole before they are hired into the faculty.
On another down note, due to the two-week combination of non-stop working, random bouts of going on the rampage and occasional histrionics, my room now resembles something between Bikini Atoll and Howling Bedlam. I can't believe I was complaining about it being too clean and neat a week ago. How do I even start cleaning this mess up?
But you know what caps it ALL? I'm DONE with Critical Thinking. This 12-week-long nightmare is fucking OVER, baby! Yeeehaaa!
And maybe now I can get around to telling you about my birthday party. Which was in JUNE. I have been putting off making a post about it until I acheived a state of mind that was not prone to nervous breakdowns.
Yes, I am on top of things, aren't I? *sigh*
*trashed room iz trashed*
(On another note, why is pie easy anyway? Or is that pi? But there's nothing easy about pi, because, "Hi, secondary school math". What about pie is easy? Baking it? Eating it? Its sexual procovilities? And most importantly, what kind of pie?)
However, things which are Up In The Air, include whether my Art History instructor will accept my second assignment handed in late if I beg and plead and grovel, and what the all-wise administration will decide to do about my Critical Thinking mid-semester grade. We did not have a mid-semester exam in my former instructor's class and I found out that my current instructor had given one which it is too late for me to take as well. Plus, he is the kind of brillant sonofabitch who refuses to take responsibility for the overall grading, or even helping me out a little in that department "because all this was purely an administrative decision and not (his) own".
Gee, thanks. I now believe that all Critical Thinking instructors take pre-requisite course on How To Fuck Your Students Over By Being An Asshole before they are hired into the faculty.
On another down note, due to the two-week combination of non-stop working, random bouts of going on the rampage and occasional histrionics, my room now resembles something between Bikini Atoll and Howling Bedlam. I can't believe I was complaining about it being too clean and neat a week ago. How do I even start cleaning this mess up?
But you know what caps it ALL? I'm DONE with Critical Thinking. This 12-week-long nightmare is fucking OVER, baby! Yeeehaaa!
And maybe now I can get around to telling you about my birthday party. Which was in JUNE. I have been putting off making a post about it until I acheived a state of mind that was not prone to nervous breakdowns.
Yes, I am on top of things, aren't I? *sigh*
*trashed room iz trashed*
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Date: 2008-08-06 06:50 pm (UTC)Apparently, pie is sweet and nice and easy to eat. Which it is. Whether you're talking about a dessert pie or a pot pie (an entire meal in pie form!), the eating process doesn't get much simpler than pie. Unless you're talking about soup or something, but pie >> soup. Also, ice cream hadn't been invented yet.
As for profs... there seems to be an administrative filter. Back where I went to college, there was an award informally known as the "kiss of death." It was an award, given out based on student votes, for excellence in teaching. And, somehow, for a disturbingly long streak, every recipient ended up getting fired within a few years of getting the award. And so we ended up with a lot of profs who were more interested in doing research and publishing papers and all the things that bring fame and attention to the school than they were about doing what is, nominally, their actual jobs - being good teachers. It's a frakked-up world.
Well, at least you learned something about "critical thinking," even if it wasn't necessarily what they'd intended to teach...
Congrats again on surviving. On more than surviving. On pulling through and exceeding your own expectations and all that jazz. Hope things go better/easier/more smoothly from here. You deserve a break.
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Date: 2008-08-07 03:27 am (UTC)That award thing sounds seriously creepy. You'd think the students caught on and stopped voting for people who could actually teach. =D
On pulling through and exceeding your own expectations and all that jazz. Hope things go better/easier/more smoothly from here. You deserve a break.
My expectations were rather non-existent for this subject, so it wasn't hard to exceed them. But thanks, Paul. =)