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i am hopping mad!
the professor for the class i am TA-ing this fall has been "accidentally" leaving me out of e-mails, etc. regarding upcoming events and meetings! normally i would graciously accept this as an honest misunderstanding, but he has a history of hating my guts for reasons i can't understand. this is a man who approached me - during an exam! - to ask me in a most condescending tone how many words were in my pocket dictionary and chuckled at the mere 35, 000 entries!?!? well, shame on me.
he is making me feel like a totally inadequate grad student & TA before even having stepped foot in the classroom.
have i mentioned i am homesick and lovesick all at the same time? i am missing ryan so hard that it is making everything else feel completely lackluster. we are spending too much time on the phone, away from the real world, talking about just how wonderful future apartment /future great jobs/ future being together outside of too-short weekend visits will be.
but ultimately i am sleeping alone in the old house with the scary attic and the creepy grey spider i found under my bed and all the moths. oh boy, the moths. i need a girlfriend visit and a pint of gelato/apricot beer.
oh hello, self-pity.
the professor for the class i am TA-ing this fall has been "accidentally" leaving me out of e-mails, etc. regarding upcoming events and meetings! normally i would graciously accept this as an honest misunderstanding, but he has a history of hating my guts for reasons i can't understand. this is a man who approached me - during an exam! - to ask me in a most condescending tone how many words were in my pocket dictionary and chuckled at the mere 35, 000 entries!?!? well, shame on me.
he is making me feel like a totally inadequate grad student & TA before even having stepped foot in the classroom.
have i mentioned i am homesick and lovesick all at the same time? i am missing ryan so hard that it is making everything else feel completely lackluster. we are spending too much time on the phone, away from the real world, talking about just how wonderful future apartment /future great jobs/ future being together outside of too-short weekend visits will be.
but ultimately i am sleeping alone in the old house with the scary attic and the creepy grey spider i found under my bed and all the moths. oh boy, the moths. i need a girlfriend visit and a pint of gelato/apricot beer.
oh hello, self-pity.