I know LJ'ing angry is like driving drunk, BUT...
...I'm just really pissed/upset right now.
My one class, Introduction to Poetry, is really killing me. I feel like my teacher doesn't know what she's doing, so I don't know what I'm doing, and I'm she's REALLY into class participation and I don't talk because I just don't effing talk and I want to beat goddamned galaxy boy with a softball bat--
I had a bad meeting with my professor, basically, and I have to go back and rework what I've accomplished so that I'll feel confident that it will get me out of the C I have for the class. Even though I have no idea what I'm doing and she didn't describe very well what she wanted. And she didn't have the compassion to come up with examples for everyone in the class who is not an English major. (Which is, hmm, FUCKING EVERYONE!)
And while I was waiting for her I overheard her talking to another student, who was asking about advice for applying for MFAs and that depressed the shit out of me. Not the MFA stuff, but a comment she made about married women writer's careers being fucked because they're married and they have kids. And that depresses me because, WTF, why does it seem like women have to chose between having a family and having a career. And I know this isn't every married female writer, there are certainly very successful married female writers throughout history, but it's still depressing--both in my sense as a feminist and because it started up my whole "only survivor is a cat" fear, which I am very susceptible to right now because I'm being really girly right now. IffinyaknowhatImean.
On the plus side, I've been getting a lot of compliments on how cute I am today. Because today is Fancy Day, so I made myself look fancy.
EDIT:
I am really freaking out about Poetry class. I know what I have to do to bring it up, but I can't help but worry and think what would happen if my grade got worse. I mean, I have a pretty good GPA, more than high enough to keep me on my scholarship, but the limits of how low it can get changes this semester to 2.7 and what if my 3.4 slips because of some stupid Poetry class? A class that I should not be struggling in. (A class I didn't even fucking want! I wanted Intro to Nonfiction! Or Elementary Music Theory! But they had both filled up and I had no other options lined up.) Now I can't really think of anything but what would happen if I lost the scholarship. (Answer is I'll have to drop out of school and find either somewhere else to go or just not go back.)
And I'm doing so well in all my other classes! All A's and B's!
I will never take another class with this woman. NEVER.
My one class, Introduction to Poetry, is really killing me. I feel like my teacher doesn't know what she's doing, so I don't know what I'm doing, and I'm she's REALLY into class participation and I don't talk because I just don't effing talk and I want to beat goddamned galaxy boy with a softball bat--
I had a bad meeting with my professor, basically, and I have to go back and rework what I've accomplished so that I'll feel confident that it will get me out of the C I have for the class. Even though I have no idea what I'm doing and she didn't describe very well what she wanted. And she didn't have the compassion to come up with examples for everyone in the class who is not an English major. (Which is, hmm, FUCKING EVERYONE!)
And while I was waiting for her I overheard her talking to another student, who was asking about advice for applying for MFAs and that depressed the shit out of me. Not the MFA stuff, but a comment she made about married women writer's careers being fucked because they're married and they have kids. And that depresses me because, WTF, why does it seem like women have to chose between having a family and having a career. And I know this isn't every married female writer, there are certainly very successful married female writers throughout history, but it's still depressing--both in my sense as a feminist and because it started up my whole "only survivor is a cat" fear, which I am very susceptible to right now because I'm being really girly right now. IffinyaknowhatImean.
On the plus side, I've been getting a lot of compliments on how cute I am today. Because today is Fancy Day, so I made myself look fancy.
EDIT:
I am really freaking out about Poetry class. I know what I have to do to bring it up, but I can't help but worry and think what would happen if my grade got worse. I mean, I have a pretty good GPA, more than high enough to keep me on my scholarship, but the limits of how low it can get changes this semester to 2.7 and what if my 3.4 slips because of some stupid Poetry class? A class that I should not be struggling in. (A class I didn't even fucking want! I wanted Intro to Nonfiction! Or Elementary Music Theory! But they had both filled up and I had no other options lined up.) Now I can't really think of anything but what would happen if I lost the scholarship. (Answer is I'll have to drop out of school and find either somewhere else to go or just not go back.)
And I'm doing so well in all my other classes! All A's and B's!
I will never take another class with this woman. NEVER.