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Dear Professor Baker,
While I appreciate your efforts to help me succeed, I need you to understand a fundamental element of my being: I do. Not care. About. Your class.
I am currently enrolled in three upper-division writing- and reading-intensive classes, all of which are within my major. I have to make As in those; it is non-negotiable. Not making As in those will pull down my in-major GPA, which will threaten my acceptance to grad school. You are the only class which will not threaten my acceptance to grad school. You are at the bottom of my list.
I do not have "time," per se. I don't really sleep. I watch movies and drink because those are like diet sleep, things I can do in four or five hours while still limping along with my coursework and staying sane at the same time. I am not particularly healthy. I am not particularly emotionally stable. One of my four classes is going to suffer, and it's going to be yours.
Please, for the love of God, let it go. I know I'm able and that I could be good at French if I really put in the time, but my future enjoyment of the language is not really measuring up to my current need to succeed in my other classes, pay my rent, deal with my parents, and not have a nervous fucking breakdown. Yours is the class I will skip when I dedicate Thursday to sleeping. Yours is the class whose homework I will fudge. However, you won't let me do this; you won't let me skate by. You insist on having me come in for tutoring three days a week, skipping out on an hour of sleep I do not have in the first place, in order to try to force up my grade, which this late in the course is already a lost cause -- and then you say you feel "abused" when I don't come in for the optional study session that the rest of the class also skipped.
You feel abused.
While I appreciate your efforts to help me succeed, I need you to understand a fundamental element of my being: I do. Not care. About. Your class.
I am currently enrolled in three upper-division writing- and reading-intensive classes, all of which are within my major. I have to make As in those; it is non-negotiable. Not making As in those will pull down my in-major GPA, which will threaten my acceptance to grad school. You are the only class which will not threaten my acceptance to grad school. You are at the bottom of my list.
I do not have "time," per se. I don't really sleep. I watch movies and drink because those are like diet sleep, things I can do in four or five hours while still limping along with my coursework and staying sane at the same time. I am not particularly healthy. I am not particularly emotionally stable. One of my four classes is going to suffer, and it's going to be yours.
Please, for the love of God, let it go. I know I'm able and that I could be good at French if I really put in the time, but my future enjoyment of the language is not really measuring up to my current need to succeed in my other classes, pay my rent, deal with my parents, and not have a nervous fucking breakdown. Yours is the class I will skip when I dedicate Thursday to sleeping. Yours is the class whose homework I will fudge. However, you won't let me do this; you won't let me skate by. You insist on having me come in for tutoring three days a week, skipping out on an hour of sleep I do not have in the first place, in order to try to force up my grade, which this late in the course is already a lost cause -- and then you say you feel "abused" when I don't come in for the optional study session that the rest of the class also skipped.
You feel abused.