Another semester will begin in just over a week, and two thirds of the reading materials aren’t even available for the one class I’m taking. Thus begins the nonsense that is the Master’s program in which I am currently enrolled.
Sometimes I wonder if they’ll ever get their shit together. I had one professor this semester who was all over that shit. So technologically capable, totally comfortable with the online setting and format. She did hand-written edits to a paper I turned in on a tablet of some kind, and even sent me an audio file with vocal commentary on the areas that she liked. AMAZEBALLS. Why can’t they all be like that? Alas, she is the first prof I’ve had through three semesters who has this level of comfort with the technology necessary to run an online class smoothly.
I also just found out that the person in charge of finding me a classroom that I can observe this semester has, in fact, not been in touch with the people he claimed to have been in touch with at the school where I need to complete my observations. Le sigh.
So when school sucks, I remind myself that:
1) if it were easy it wouldn’t be worth while.
2) it’s leading me toward something I genuinely want to do.
3) fuck you, school, I will cut you in the parking lot if you keep fucking with me, Isweartogod.