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lately, i have that bottled feeling has been getting more and more extreme. i feel the need to be heard, to say what i really feel about a number of situations that have been going on in my life.
1.) i have no idea why you became a teacher and decided to come teach this class. since your "notes" are verbatim out of the book-sometimes very haphazardly-and the fact that you can't seem to understand a question asked to you by a student, attempting to use what you have pulled out of the book, reciting the same phrased explinations you had given in class, to just spit out information, instead of critically analyzing the question. Your assessments are vague repititions of the text and reflect no learning but rote memorization. Is this how you passed at Rutgers and Indiana, no wonder they didn't keep you.
2.) you are the reason i'm having all these issues with my academic motivation. in an attemp to control my anxiety, i have detached myself from my work out of fear that i will be consumed alive and drawn back into the perpetual cycle of sleep-eat-work-eat-sleep-eat-work-eat-sleep. for four months, i tried everything i could to achieve in your class, but it was only when i did nothing that my material was high standard. what the fuck standard are you trying to maintain by driving your students to hermitage.
3.) no matter what you do, i will always empathize for you. you are a smart man with the capability to do so much if you only had the support you needed to move up. the world is a shitty sesspool filled with people who are willing to bring you down to move themselves up, and though it is hard to just laugh in their face and flick them off, sometimes we just need to let go off the bullshit that comes with it to lessen our burden. life is about the company you keep, and i have seen the beautiful side of you. please don't let it die. not for these people.
maybe one day i can step out of my head, and rationally explain myself on an immediate basis. the time delay between my thoughts and my speech seems to impede my ability to express myself. i also blame the fact that my thought process is mostly a visual mechanism and articulating such a vibrant image at once is quite overwhelming.
1.) i have no idea why you became a teacher and decided to come teach this class. since your "notes" are verbatim out of the book-sometimes very haphazardly-and the fact that you can't seem to understand a question asked to you by a student, attempting to use what you have pulled out of the book, reciting the same phrased explinations you had given in class, to just spit out information, instead of critically analyzing the question. Your assessments are vague repititions of the text and reflect no learning but rote memorization. Is this how you passed at Rutgers and Indiana, no wonder they didn't keep you.
2.) you are the reason i'm having all these issues with my academic motivation. in an attemp to control my anxiety, i have detached myself from my work out of fear that i will be consumed alive and drawn back into the perpetual cycle of sleep-eat-work-eat-sleep-eat-work-eat-sleep. for four months, i tried everything i could to achieve in your class, but it was only when i did nothing that my material was high standard. what the fuck standard are you trying to maintain by driving your students to hermitage.
3.) no matter what you do, i will always empathize for you. you are a smart man with the capability to do so much if you only had the support you needed to move up. the world is a shitty sesspool filled with people who are willing to bring you down to move themselves up, and though it is hard to just laugh in their face and flick them off, sometimes we just need to let go off the bullshit that comes with it to lessen our burden. life is about the company you keep, and i have seen the beautiful side of you. please don't let it die. not for these people.
maybe one day i can step out of my head, and rationally explain myself on an immediate basis. the time delay between my thoughts and my speech seems to impede my ability to express myself. i also blame the fact that my thought process is mostly a visual mechanism and articulating such a vibrant image at once is quite overwhelming.