And all the bitchness is finally given outlet, and flows away...
So I just filled out evaluations for the class of doom. I know for a fact that I've never been so mean on an eval as I just was five minutes ago. We were supposed to fill out two, one for each teacher. I gave the piece of my mind to one, and then, on the other one's sheet, wrote, "This class was a waste of a perfectly good summer. See Vicki's sheet for details."
Some of the topics included: being unprofessional, not setting clear due dates, unfair grading procedures, assigning condescending busy work, and in general being unfit (altough I never actually took it that far.) I must say, though, that I feel a load better. I'm done. I never have to see them again. I hope that when they read the comments I wrote, or see the little bubbles I penciled in as 'very poor', they experience just a glimmer of the frustration, misery, and feeling of being overwhelmed that have characterized the last 5 weeks I spent in their class.
And now I move on with my life. All the anger dissapates, leaving peace behind. I should go do some yoga and drink some chai or something.
Right after I finish my grammar position paper for the other class.
Some of the topics included: being unprofessional, not setting clear due dates, unfair grading procedures, assigning condescending busy work, and in general being unfit (altough I never actually took it that far.) I must say, though, that I feel a load better. I'm done. I never have to see them again. I hope that when they read the comments I wrote, or see the little bubbles I penciled in as 'very poor', they experience just a glimmer of the frustration, misery, and feeling of being overwhelmed that have characterized the last 5 weeks I spent in their class.
And now I move on with my life. All the anger dissapates, leaving peace behind. I should go do some yoga and drink some chai or something.
Right after I finish my grammar position paper for the other class.