Jan 11, 2010 14:14
The title refers to the process of having your paper torn to infinitesimal shreds by a holier-than-thou professor. He still gave me a High Pass (the Yale graduate school's grading system is weird, but an HP is roughly the equivalent of a B), but the paper is literally red ink start to finish, and only one comment is even remotely positive. And you know, that's fine because it's not like I failed, and the grades don't really matter anymore anyway. But I feel about *thumb and finger less than an inch apart* this tall right now. Oh, and then I met with another professor who gave me an Honors (the A equivalent) but who told me he was surprised that I did that well. Jesus. Hopefully, when I meet with my other professor at 3, she'll make me feel like I didn't completely fuck things up because right now I need a little bit of a self-esteem boost.
[Update: Had that second meeting, and I'm feeling better already. Professor Marcus is really sympathetic and knows how to give constructive criticism rather than simply tear you apart. As much as her Sunday night film showings are going to kill me this semester, I truly appreciate her, and I'm so happy that she's more than likely going to be my dissertation advisor.]
In happier news, Glee already got picked up for a second season! And while that was much more exciting before all the paper destruction happened, it's still good news. And we could all do with a bit more glee in our lives.