tetchy: peevish; testy; irritable.
That would be me today. Though at least I know why. Hello Aunt Flo! *growls* Y'know .. there aught to be a rule about one malady at a time.
So yes. I'm irritable. And it doesn't bode well for the people I have to deal with. Now, in the physical sense, that's Jason and Brandon, and maybe his parents. And I'm usually pretty good about not sniping and bitching at them. To them, yes. But I'm clear on the distinction with them.
My Spanish 101 teacher, on the other hand, is receiving the full unfiltered brunt of my rage at the moment. More to the point, my advisor, the Distance Learning administrator, and the Enrollment Administrator who I've worked with this semester are getting the brunt of my rage, which is fully directed at my Spanish 101 teacher. Why, you may ask? Well, just read this little gem of an email the class received from him today.
Submit Self Test Now, Hurry up. Brake is over, this is the last time
that I do this, from now you must to submit you assignments on time. Do
not send e-mail asking me that update the assignmnets. If I don't have
on time, your grade will be automaticly 0.
Sanquintin
Now, I ask you. Would -you- want to take a class from someone that had such a poor grasp of the English language? How can we be expected to actually learn from a man who can't be bothered to write emails with proper spelling and grammar? How on Earth can I be expected to enjoy a class when we're treated like first graders? I've sent a scathing email to the individuals I listed above, basically saying how horrible this teacher is, and how I am considering dropping the class and taking something else. Except I've just realized, we won't get much of a refund on tuition, and I already paid $100 for the damn textbook bundle. So I'm going to have to tough it out and endure this awful class ... but I will make my displeasure known at -every- juncture.
Update: I just received an email from an Interim Dean at the college, assuring me that my concern was being addressed. I'm a bit intrigued as to what that could mean, but I am going to touch it out, and do the work for this next chapter, and see what happens. I know at least I'm not alone in my frustration.
So yes. I'm irritable. And it doesn't bode well for the people I have to deal with. Now, in the physical sense, that's Jason and Brandon, and maybe his parents. And I'm usually pretty good about not sniping and bitching at them. To them, yes. But I'm clear on the distinction with them.
My Spanish 101 teacher, on the other hand, is receiving the full unfiltered brunt of my rage at the moment. More to the point, my advisor, the Distance Learning administrator, and the Enrollment Administrator who I've worked with this semester are getting the brunt of my rage, which is fully directed at my Spanish 101 teacher. Why, you may ask? Well, just read this little gem of an email the class received from him today.
Submit Self Test Now, Hurry up. Brake is over, this is the last time
that I do this, from now you must to submit you assignments on time. Do
not send e-mail asking me that update the assignmnets. If I don't have
on time, your grade will be automaticly 0.
Sanquintin
Now, I ask you. Would -you- want to take a class from someone that had such a poor grasp of the English language? How can we be expected to actually learn from a man who can't be bothered to write emails with proper spelling and grammar? How on Earth can I be expected to enjoy a class when we're treated like first graders? I've sent a scathing email to the individuals I listed above, basically saying how horrible this teacher is, and how I am considering dropping the class and taking something else. Except I've just realized, we won't get much of a refund on tuition, and I already paid $100 for the damn textbook bundle. So I'm going to have to tough it out and endure this awful class ... but I will make my displeasure known at -every- juncture.
Update: I just received an email from an Interim Dean at the college, assuring me that my concern was being addressed. I'm a bit intrigued as to what that could mean, but I am going to touch it out, and do the work for this next chapter, and see what happens. I know at least I'm not alone in my frustration.