Typology and Universals
Professor Dryer:
I've only missed one class this semester and I completed all of the readings. I really don't think that I am a bad student, or ignorant for that matter, yet for some reason, I continue to fail to complete the assignments as is expected of a student in this class. I tried very hard and I feel as though there's a blockage in my brain that won't let me soak up the information; it feels like drowning. Every assignment handed back is likened to a slap in the face, reminding me that I thought I understood the material... but apparently not and it's my fault.
I'm sorry that I have done so poorly and while I have never given up on a class before, I am writing you to let you know that I have resigned the course.
Thank you for your time.
Best,
Heather Turo.
Today was the first day back from break. This was my first class of the morning and he handed the assignments back and I wanted to scream. I wanted to grab him by the sweater vest and yell because this was the most confident I've been with one of his assignments and I did horribly.
I've never given up on anything like this before. I just can't handle it. I know that I'm not dumb. I know that I work hard and if I get one more goddamned mediocre grade, I'm going to completely lose the will to go back to school after I graduate. It sounds rash; but I don't need this class. I wanted a challenge but this isn't want academia is about; it shouldn't be easy, but the professors should give more than just writing 'irrelevant' on sketches and scrawling a C across the cover page. I feel as though he gave up on me a long time ago.
This is such a terrible feeling, I can't believe I resigned. I can't believe anything ever pushed me that far over the edge.
I feel completely drowned-- the Canadian Cyborg won and I'm the loser after all.
Alex, Dan, Mike, Tanya, Seamus and I went to Toronto to see AM last Friday. We missed the show. Tom let us hear the title track off of the new album and it was good but overall, the trip was a negative experience.
I worked all weekend and then went to my parent's house in Texas to visit. I had such a wonderful time, I wish that I didn't have to go. My mother found one of my tattoos and she didn't get as mad as she did with the other two. She's gotten older and I've gotten older. These things are becoming more trivial and we have more in common. I baked, ate, read and played cards... it was wonderful. I wish I could have stayed longer. I worked two doubles and it's back to school.
Alex and I met up with Bequi and Audrey for St. Patrick's Day. Neither of us got drunk, I had to work a double yesterday.
Lady Gregory and Synge (two of my fish) had a baby and I had no idea. I found it Saturday night. It's so small and frail; I've never seen a baby fish before. I could watch it for hours (and I have).
Now only 12 credit hours. I don't know what I'm going to do with the extra time.
Jesus Christ, I'm miserable, but I couldn't have stayed in that class. I don't think I could have. I failed my own expectations. This is such a bad feeling.
Off to work now. I hate Monday shifts because everyone else hates Mondays. There isn't a worse environment to work with (in a serving position) than one that has cranky, hungry people... and that's the Monday dinner "rush."
Failed.