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Arg! ::head desk::
So, yeah, had a meeting with my "advisor" yesterday to see if he had any recommendations on what classes I should sign up for next semester. The meeting ended up lasting my *entire lunch hour* and I left it feeling slightly hopeless and still without class recommendations as he instead informed me how behind I am if I want to go into Education, and pushing me to go into areas of teaching that I would really rather not (such as Biology and Chemistry) because I "got good grades in math" and "wasn't afraid of work." Dude, the only reason I got such good grades in math is because I had an excellent teacher last semester! And I still despise Biology and Chemistry! Hell, I've been taking all sorts of earth science classes through out high school and my first year of college to *avoid* taking biology and chemistry! And though, granted, I'm not really afraid to work for something, I want to work toward something *I* want, not something I ended up getting good grades in!
And it reeeeeeally didn't help that he was very very in your face about it and kinda invading my personal space quite a bit, and then he had me chasing (seriously, I was chasing him... the man could *not* sit still, and despite being twice as big as I am, was incredibly fast once he got on his feet) him all over the school as he tried to find all these sheets on all these tests that I need to take by February sometime and information on transferring to Stevens Point and Eau Claire. I could have handled the chasing but, ya know, running or speed walking through a university built on a hill when you have 45 pounds of books on your back is a *bit* challenging; take one mis-step and you're tumbling down the hallway trying not to fall on your face as your back pack totally over balances you (which, for the record? Equals very bad when you're going up stairs). I'm even reconsidering changing my major because of all the stuff he threw at me! Which isn't good because I have *no* idea what else to go into! Just... UGH!
And now he's expecting to meet with me next week or during break so I can show him all of the 'research' he assigned me and I have no frigging clue where to start, and this is on top of all the finals crap that I *already* have going on and all the Christmas stuff with the church that I'm probably gonna be obligated to be a part of and just... Dude, I'm not even sure I *want* to be a teacher anymore because of all the crap he forced on me! A stronger woman then I would have been hard pressed to retain control of her emotions when faced with everything he pounded into my head during that hour, and only by sheer will power and stubbornness was I able to keep mine in check. I mean, I love going to school, I really really do, but I'm considering not going back at all after next semester because of everything he told me, which is *not* a feeling you should be getting after a meeting with your advisor, who is *supposed* to be someone who is trying to help you figure out where you want to go. ::hides head in hands::
::sigh:: It almost makes me long for the good old days when life was simple and all you had to do with your life was to work from sun rise to sun set carrying heavy bails of whatever cash crop you grew and then give two-thirds of everything you owned to the local evil overlord so he wouldn't kill you.
"You there! In the peasant clothing! Give me three fourths of everything you have sweated and slaved to grow this past season, and half of any other worldly possessions you might own. And send your daughter to my room at 9:15 tonight!"
"Yes, Sir! Right away, Sir! I'll have my daughter bring it to you tonight, Sir! Would you like that wrapped and packaged, sir? Would you like *her* wrapped and packaged, sir? Or should I send her decidedly unwrapped, sir? Please don't cut off my penis, Sir!"
Almost.
(Though, you know, it might be fun to be the evil overlord.)
So, yeah, had a meeting with my "advisor" yesterday to see if he had any recommendations on what classes I should sign up for next semester. The meeting ended up lasting my *entire lunch hour* and I left it feeling slightly hopeless and still without class recommendations as he instead informed me how behind I am if I want to go into Education, and pushing me to go into areas of teaching that I would really rather not (such as Biology and Chemistry) because I "got good grades in math" and "wasn't afraid of work." Dude, the only reason I got such good grades in math is because I had an excellent teacher last semester! And I still despise Biology and Chemistry! Hell, I've been taking all sorts of earth science classes through out high school and my first year of college to *avoid* taking biology and chemistry! And though, granted, I'm not really afraid to work for something, I want to work toward something *I* want, not something I ended up getting good grades in!
And it reeeeeeally didn't help that he was very very in your face about it and kinda invading my personal space quite a bit, and then he had me chasing (seriously, I was chasing him... the man could *not* sit still, and despite being twice as big as I am, was incredibly fast once he got on his feet) him all over the school as he tried to find all these sheets on all these tests that I need to take by February sometime and information on transferring to Stevens Point and Eau Claire. I could have handled the chasing but, ya know, running or speed walking through a university built on a hill when you have 45 pounds of books on your back is a *bit* challenging; take one mis-step and you're tumbling down the hallway trying not to fall on your face as your back pack totally over balances you (which, for the record? Equals very bad when you're going up stairs). I'm even reconsidering changing my major because of all the stuff he threw at me! Which isn't good because I have *no* idea what else to go into! Just... UGH!
And now he's expecting to meet with me next week or during break so I can show him all of the 'research' he assigned me and I have no frigging clue where to start, and this is on top of all the finals crap that I *already* have going on and all the Christmas stuff with the church that I'm probably gonna be obligated to be a part of and just... Dude, I'm not even sure I *want* to be a teacher anymore because of all the crap he forced on me! A stronger woman then I would have been hard pressed to retain control of her emotions when faced with everything he pounded into my head during that hour, and only by sheer will power and stubbornness was I able to keep mine in check. I mean, I love going to school, I really really do, but I'm considering not going back at all after next semester because of everything he told me, which is *not* a feeling you should be getting after a meeting with your advisor, who is *supposed* to be someone who is trying to help you figure out where you want to go. ::hides head in hands::
::sigh:: It almost makes me long for the good old days when life was simple and all you had to do with your life was to work from sun rise to sun set carrying heavy bails of whatever cash crop you grew and then give two-thirds of everything you owned to the local evil overlord so he wouldn't kill you.
"You there! In the peasant clothing! Give me three fourths of everything you have sweated and slaved to grow this past season, and half of any other worldly possessions you might own. And send your daughter to my room at 9:15 tonight!"
"Yes, Sir! Right away, Sir! I'll have my daughter bring it to you tonight, Sir! Would you like that wrapped and packaged, sir? Would you like *her* wrapped and packaged, sir? Or should I send her decidedly unwrapped, sir? Please don't cut off my penis, Sir!"
Almost.
(Though, you know, it might be fun to be the evil overlord.)