So I went to my Tuesday class, my work in hand ready to be massacred by my professor as per usual. As we all take our seats, the professor gets a folder out of her bag containing our first test (a take-home test). She then sighs, looks at each and every one of us in the eyes, and proceeds to butcher both us and our tests. Basically, we are the equivalent of brain dead oafs with computers who so happen to be able to write in the Spanish language. And apparently we all failed.
Despite the fact we all failed, however, she then told us she’s sending us a second document containing material to repeat the test (even though we already have our grade). Then she handed back our tests, told us she wouldn’t take any questions based on it because she already gave that material, and then ended the class, which was supposed to be three hours.
So yeah. I’m so jaded at this point that it all slipped down like butter. But the absolute bitterness was pretty…wow, I gotta say. I don’t care so much either because I just want to get a B and be done with it (it has to be a B to pass, otherwise I’d aim for a C). Just wow.
On another note, I hope this doesn’t ruin my chances too much at work, but calling sick was a smart choice. I feel a lot better, and am more excited to be going to work this week.
Also, it’s grad school, I’m not some freshman undergrad. Seriously lady, who cares? Most of us work and don’t have time to care for this bullshit, and if you, the professor, won’t take the time to explain our mistakes, then how will we learn? Goddammit.
