May 15, 2007 12:11
After working since September, bending over backwards and being outright insulted and attacked the Department has decided to not award me honors for my work.
Cause you know, it's not like I deserved it or anything.
senior year,
art
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Oh, no, trust me, they did. Not liking you leads to things like:
- All the performance advisors refusing to work with you on your SP, thereby forcing you to do a design project despite the actual project you submitted being A PERFORMANCE PIECE,
- In-class insults and encouragement of others to indulge in anonymous personal attacks,
- "Warnings" to visiting artists about you (though, to be fairer than they deserve, that was just before I gave up my last hope of any sort of academic integrity from them and went into full on "fuck you, I will graduate no matter what you throw at me and I no longer care about trying to change your opinion of me" mode),
- Degrading your character and abilities to your face and behind your back,
- Calls to the fucking Health Center to try and get you psychologically evaluated without your consent or your knowledge,
- Never getting a damn part that has motherfucking LINES,
- Having to fight to even make your tech credits (THANK GOD for D and Not-Tim-Gunn),
- The debacle that was the end of the year picnic (way to make everyone else uncomfortable, assholes).
And that's what I can think of off the top of my head after three hours of sleep. Trust me, if it weren't for the poor awesome people who are just trapped with the asstoads, I would have been first in line to destroy the whole facility. (That, and it's still a beautiful theater.)
...unless they decided that with me gone, they had to take up the slack, in which case I'm sorry for both you and whichever poor freshman comes in to fill my/our slot. There were ample and *impressive* fucking reasons why I just stopped talking to anyone and spent most of my last semester in a state of incoherent rage.
(Sorry for ranting, Ojou-luv, but you of all people know how much it's warranted. And hey, now we can bitch in total commiseration, no? ::hugs:: Email me if you need to. You too, O Flavorful Gangster.)
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*shakes fist at most of the history department*
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