The Semester That Killed Me
I'm taking two classes this semester. One is Wednesday from 7-10 pm, the other is Thursday from 7-10 pm. Both are taught by the same woman. In both classes, she just talks and talks and talks, sometimes to the topic, but usually not. We ALWAYS stay late as she tries to 'inspire' us with yet another (or the same) rousing speech about how "we are the future," which is much less true of me at age 46 than it is for most of my 23-year-old, all-female class. I'm more of 'the present.'
I'm getting an arts administration degree, my thinking being that since i've done it professionally for 12 years, why not get a degree for it so I can get more money at the next job? But it also creates this odd situation - I can't fail or even get a B, right? And yet, with my full-time job and a huge host of day-job-that-I'm-paid-for side projects, I have fallen woefully behind in class. I have a 30-page paper that was due three weeks ago that I still haven't started (should be doing it now, but...). I have missed several classes, though always for a professional reason, which makes them excused absences.
And my teacher is just...hard to deal with. For instance, one of my interns is also in the class, and she handed in her 30-page paper on time. She was told to re-submit the paper. Why? Well, on the cover sheet, the professor said that she needed to be more succinct in her answers. Yet inside the paper, the margin notes she wrote on seven different occasions told her to "expand her answer." So she needs to be more succinct, yet more expansive. Good luck with that.
My saving grace is that she loves me. She really likes my program at FSU and she is totally behind me, as long as I get my work in "before the end of the semester." So, in addition to being the only man, the only person with gray hair and a beard, and the only person over 40 in either of my classes, I am now also the teacher's pet.
If I can somehow pull two A's out of this, it will be my all-time scholastic miracle.
I'm getting an arts administration degree, my thinking being that since i've done it professionally for 12 years, why not get a degree for it so I can get more money at the next job? But it also creates this odd situation - I can't fail or even get a B, right? And yet, with my full-time job and a huge host of day-job-that-I'm-paid-for side projects, I have fallen woefully behind in class. I have a 30-page paper that was due three weeks ago that I still haven't started (should be doing it now, but...). I have missed several classes, though always for a professional reason, which makes them excused absences.
And my teacher is just...hard to deal with. For instance, one of my interns is also in the class, and she handed in her 30-page paper on time. She was told to re-submit the paper. Why? Well, on the cover sheet, the professor said that she needed to be more succinct in her answers. Yet inside the paper, the margin notes she wrote on seven different occasions told her to "expand her answer." So she needs to be more succinct, yet more expansive. Good luck with that.
My saving grace is that she loves me. She really likes my program at FSU and she is totally behind me, as long as I get my work in "before the end of the semester." So, in addition to being the only man, the only person with gray hair and a beard, and the only person over 40 in either of my classes, I am now also the teacher's pet.
If I can somehow pull two A's out of this, it will be my all-time scholastic miracle.