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Grad school or why is my professor crazy?
Nov. 24th, 2009 10:42 pmWell the final project is done and sent of and the grade for it is back and now we are on to my final exam which I have to say is just as weird as the midterm. My teacher can be best described as "neo-hippy, witch doctor punk" (sentinel shout out) but in the bad way not the good blair sandburg way at all.
I meditate, I'm a vegetarian and I've even done some yoga in my day. If we're good friends I will join you in holding crystals and chanting because I totally support my peeps. But there is a time for getting your zen on and recognizing that other people might be feeling the oneness of the universe, that your talk about the starry-eyed dynamo might be out of place.
I'm not one of those veggie girls who tells ever meat eater she knows that they're evil. My BFF is currently in a torrid love affiar with bacon cheeseburgers. I could care less. I don't preach the wonders of meditation. I've been doing it since I was 16, I like it, it works for me, big deal. Just because your class is a captive audience doesn't mean you can take advantage of it with midterms and finals that are as follows:
Question: Have you told your support system thank you for helping you to fulfill your dreams and encouraging you.
Answer: I’m checking in and doing well, my support system knows how much I appreciate them.
I am not making this up I swear. I wrote a lot of good papers for this class, the readings were awesome and make me excited to head into next semester but give me a real midterm a real final. Test me dammit don't piss me off. Don't give me crap about how you feel about the "learning" is more important then the grade. That makes me nervous, especially when I worked hard to learn and get a good grade.
It'll be over soon, very soon.
I meditate, I'm a vegetarian and I've even done some yoga in my day. If we're good friends I will join you in holding crystals and chanting because I totally support my peeps. But there is a time for getting your zen on and recognizing that other people might be feeling the oneness of the universe, that your talk about the starry-eyed dynamo might be out of place.
I'm not one of those veggie girls who tells ever meat eater she knows that they're evil. My BFF is currently in a torrid love affiar with bacon cheeseburgers. I could care less. I don't preach the wonders of meditation. I've been doing it since I was 16, I like it, it works for me, big deal. Just because your class is a captive audience doesn't mean you can take advantage of it with midterms and finals that are as follows:
Question: Have you told your support system thank you for helping you to fulfill your dreams and encouraging you.
Answer: I’m checking in and doing well, my support system knows how much I appreciate them.
I am not making this up I swear. I wrote a lot of good papers for this class, the readings were awesome and make me excited to head into next semester but give me a real midterm a real final. Test me dammit don't piss me off. Don't give me crap about how you feel about the "learning" is more important then the grade. That makes me nervous, especially when I worked hard to learn and get a good grade.
It'll be over soon, very soon.
