So today a professor of mine arbitrarily extended his class for two hours, right into my work day. This is the same professor who arbitrarily moved his class to Friday afternoon even when I told him I was unavailable and then didn't confirm the time until 10pm the night before the class, which meant I could either 1) miss class entirely or 2) bust ass to come up with an alternative.
I've emailed him reminding him (like I TOLD HIM at the beginning of class; oh, I've learned: if you don't tell them they assume you're all full time students) that I have a job I am already skipping out on to attend his class at normal time and that I don't have vacation to spare on his bullshit.
It ended, "Please advise."
I am so sick of this. If they don't want part-timers - if they really aren't going to give them any basic consideration - then don't accept part time students. End of story.
Posted as the latest in the ongoing neverending saga of my struggles with grad school. I am fabulously glad for this tag, because once this degree is over I'm sitting down with the department and delivering this as a report (probably without all the swearing). Their program is terrible and there is no excuse.
Now excuse me while I go do an interview and then drown my face in coffee.
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