Short, sweet and to the HEAT
I do not understand people. This is a huge, cliched generalization that has been a center theme in my life. I am disenchanted with Chatham at this point, and I don't really know how to respond to any of it. For once in my life, I feel stifled by the politics of the classroom, and need to rectify something before I lose my temper and it damages something or someone.
To be less vague, I have a professor who I have come to admire greatly in the past months, but now am realizing her lack of maturity and professionalism in an extreme situation to where she has been superseded by the need for control and a teacher-student dynamic that should be obsolete, or nearly so, at this point.
Done. done. done. done. doooooone. Grad school is a farce. If I had it to do all over again? Shit... that's a loaded question. But believe me, I'd be living in Hawaii dancing in grass skirts, wearing flowers.
Goodnight!