Aah! Got email from the professor of my awful criminalistics class, confiriming that my grades on the previous exams exempt me from taking the final and that I have an A in the class.
Of course all of those things are totally frivolous and I haven’t really done any of the useful productive things I need to get done before school starts again. But I have like nine days before I go back! That’s more time than I usually give myself to get more useful stuff to do than this!
Ok…American Horror Story…GO!
Is it ironic that while writing a paper about deafness, Deaf culture, and cochlear implants, I’ve got my earbuds in even when I don’t have any sound pumping through them?
So apparently, in the mind of one utterly….ARGH…professor of mine, it’s fair to spend the second half of the semester frequently reminding your class that they’re not learning any new material, and then to email them LESS THAN A WEEK BEFORE THE FINAL EXAM telling them that their exam includes a multiple choice section on subjects from before the midterm that you stopped talking about months ago, several sections that are literally identical to the homework they’ve been doing and have therefore already proved they can or cannot do, a section similar to the research project they’ve been doing all semester and have therefore already proven they can or cannot do, and a section on statistical analysis, which was taught in ONE NON-MANDATORY CLASS SESSION the DAY BEFORE THANKSGIVING BREAK, during which most of the time was spent in various arguments between this professor and the TA because the professor, shockingly, did not make herself clear to the TA about what she wanted taught, so instead of teaching the damn class by herself like it’s her damn job to DO, she just SAT THERE and kept being snide to the perfectly nice TA.
Oh yeah. Yes. Yay. Good. So glad this is happening in a four-credit class. On the same day THAT THE AFOREMENTIONED RESEARCH PROJECT PAPER IS DUE.
School started today. One of the few totally consistent things about my life for the last 16 years or so is that I have never ever ever enjoyed school. I like learning, I like doing stuff, I get really good grades, I just hate school with this inexplicable, irrational passion, and I think I always have.
People keep saying, “It’s the first day of your senior year of college! Aren’t you excited?”
No, I am absolutely NOT excited, and I’m not sure why I should be. I think the beginning of senior year is kind of the worst - you have a whole damn year of school ahead of you that you have to deal with, but on top of that, people expect you to know what you’re going to do with your life.
So the question is: WHY should I be excited that it’s the first day of senior year? Why would that ever be exciting?