So I have returned to school after about 18 years out and am getting finally getting my degree. Since I have chosen to do this full time, I’m taking as full a load as possible, including this summer, to expedite graduating and easing what’s been a financial burden on Mr. Sat on Cookie. Hopefully, I’ll graduate in December.
As you may imagine, it’s slim pickens for the summer courses – basically take what you can get. One of the classes I took basically by default is “Writing for Management” – I knew that it wouldn’t be challenging but I figured, I’ve been working my ass off and it might not be a bad thing to take something easy and it was really the only thing to fit my schedule. Plus, it’s a 3000 level course so I didn’t think it would be that bad.
For the record, I graduated from one of those foo-foo secretarial schools (with a 3.9), have been working as a high-level personal assistant and in office management for 18 years, and have had articles published here and there. I am going back to school to transition my “career” toward writing.
I’m not one of those people who thinks going into a class like this and announcing my “creditials” is a good idea so I didn’t.
So far, I have a B- and a 67 on the mid-term.
Now, I could live with this and not want to rip her from limb to limb if it was a legitimate 67 – I get how annoying it is to be a teacher and have someone think they know better. But it’s really just fucking obnoxious. She basically graded me way down because I did not give her the answers straight out of the book --meaning I did not use the book’s exact terminology when defining things like “editing” “revising” and “proofreading.” I defined what they were (not being arrogant but for my background, this is like asking a math major what 2+2 equals…basic stuff).
Another example is that she asked us to define outsourcing and in my answer I said that a lot of companies outsourced payroll. WRONG! The book said companies outsourced copying.
Then, the motherfucking crinkled bitch called me and another student (who could’ve been my son) out of the class, together, to talk about how we must be really dissappointed with our grades. The poor kid just hemmed and hawed and said he didn’t really study and I said that it was difficult for me to differentiate between real-world experience and the text book and that I had assumed a real world correct answer would suffice. She said, no, only text-book answers were correct.
So, I ask you, bitch fucking teacher bitch: What the fuck is your point? I am standing before you, OBVIOUSLY an older student who hasn’t done jack shit to request “special” consideration because I know this stuff in my fucking sleep. I read the fucking book, I contribute to class discussion. What THE FUCK skin is it off your crinkled up nose to let this class be the ONE FUCKING CLASS WHERE MY 18 YEARS OF HARD WORK ACTUALLY COUNT FOR SOMETHING?
I just don’t fucking get it. When I went back to school I accepted the fucking fact that I was a fish out of water and that I had to start from scratch. But Jesus Fucking Christ…you’re going to bust my proverbial balls for WHAT? Because you’re such a control freak that it irks the fuck out of you or something that I might actually KNOW something?
She then suggested that Other Kid and I practice edu-macting ourselves by using flash cards – it really helps in the learning process! I wanted, really wanted, to just get my stuff and leave. I don’t know how to describe the amount of fucking goddamn humble pie I feel like eat EVERY MOTHERFUCKING DAY between this and my internship and I really wonder…When the FUCK am I going to stop being penalized for fucking up my “shot” at education when I was 18/20 like the rest of the world.
Sorry this is so goddamn fucking long. I’ve just had it and am seriously considering withdrawing from the class even though it’ll fuck up my graduation date.