Welcome to awkwardsville. Population: one.
I arrived on the BSC campus early this afternoon only to start my scholastic day with a most unpleasant run-in. I had just gotten out of my car when I ran into my EN 500 professor. She said hello and asked where I was going. I told her that I had an appointment at three, and would then head over to my Lit. of the Middle Ages class. Upon hearing that information, she launched into a tirade about how my class isn't being properly taught, that there's no real scholarship involved in the class, that my prof. only got the job because of the union, yada, yada, yada.
As you can imagine, all of this made me very uncomfortable. I rather like my professor, and I think that I am learning quite a lot. He has high expectations for us, and does not allow us to slack off. And I think that he is quite knowledgeable in this subject area, even though his specialty is Renaissance lit. So I just smiled and nodded, and mumbled something about being sorry that she was displeased with the current circumstances. I think I handled things well, but because this woman is so vain I felt like I was being tested, or that she somehow wanted me to come out and tell her how much I hated my class. *Sigh*...I just have to keep telling myself that in a few weeks I will have this crazy woman out of my life.
As you can imagine, all of this made me very uncomfortable. I rather like my professor, and I think that I am learning quite a lot. He has high expectations for us, and does not allow us to slack off. And I think that he is quite knowledgeable in this subject area, even though his specialty is Renaissance lit. So I just smiled and nodded, and mumbled something about being sorry that she was displeased with the current circumstances. I think I handled things well, but because this woman is so vain I felt like I was being tested, or that she somehow wanted me to come out and tell her how much I hated my class. *Sigh*...I just have to keep telling myself that in a few weeks I will have this crazy woman out of my life.