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ugh, the worst feeling in the world is disappointing someone that you look up to. my exam was today and we got our papers back when we handed it in.
about halfway through the exam julian came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder and whispered "heather, I have your paper, it was the best mark I gave out, it was way above what I was expecting for an third-year undergrad assigment."
note: this was the panic-attack-hospital-trip paper.
so yeah, obviously I was pretty happy, finished my exam. when he handed it back, he followed me into the hall and told me how disappointed he was in me for not speaking up more in seminar because I obviously had a better grasp of the material than most of the people in the class, and that I need to be more assertive and confident.
this is a guy that I really look up to, he's more passionate than any prof I've had before, he has so much energy and he knows so much about _everything_. he cares so much about his students; he knew all of our names by the second week, and random things like our hometowns and favorite sports teams.
suck.
even though it was really disheartening I think it makes me admire him more, for being honest and actually caring enough to notice.
I just registered for his canadian political economy course next semester. I needed an extra half-cred. I really want to...I dunno, prove to myself that I'm not a disappointment. but now I'm nervous.
In other news, I went to my counselling appointment yesterday...she's this nice eccentric french woman. I really like her. And surprise surprise it takes two months to get in to see the psychiatrist. how very helpful.
In other other news Jeff and I are going on a Christmas date tonight! To Assmabiks, for the last time, because it's closing :(
about halfway through the exam julian came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder and whispered "heather, I have your paper, it was the best mark I gave out, it was way above what I was expecting for an third-year undergrad assigment."
note: this was the panic-attack-hospital-trip paper.
so yeah, obviously I was pretty happy, finished my exam. when he handed it back, he followed me into the hall and told me how disappointed he was in me for not speaking up more in seminar because I obviously had a better grasp of the material than most of the people in the class, and that I need to be more assertive and confident.
this is a guy that I really look up to, he's more passionate than any prof I've had before, he has so much energy and he knows so much about _everything_. he cares so much about his students; he knew all of our names by the second week, and random things like our hometowns and favorite sports teams.
suck.
even though it was really disheartening I think it makes me admire him more, for being honest and actually caring enough to notice.
I just registered for his canadian political economy course next semester. I needed an extra half-cred. I really want to...I dunno, prove to myself that I'm not a disappointment. but now I'm nervous.
In other news, I went to my counselling appointment yesterday...she's this nice eccentric french woman. I really like her. And surprise surprise it takes two months to get in to see the psychiatrist. how very helpful.
In other other news Jeff and I are going on a Christmas date tonight! To Assmabiks, for the last time, because it's closing :(