I am not cut out for school. After I finished my BS, I assumed I would be done forever. But no, my chosen profession, librarian, has a strict Master’s Degree requirement. So over the last year and a half, I’ve been slowing working my way through a Master’s of Library Science. But the people that run this school are not making it easy.
First, I was sent a “new student orientation email” detailing the hours when the student ID office was open. So I drive the 75 miles to the school to get my ID. But silly me, those hours don’t apply in the summer, even though the “new student orientation email” said they did. But eventually, that was all sorted out.
Then the next semester I wanted to sign up for an on-the-job “Special Project” that would give me credit for creating a website for a local book group. Signups for Special Projects can only be done in person, so I trudge the 75 miles to the school again only to be told that there is a double secret registration date for Special Projects that is well after the registration date for classes. But seeing my plight (and after plenty of begging), they agreed to hold onto my application and process it on the double secret registration date without me being there in person.
My third semester went off without a hitch, but this week has been a true kick in the teeth from several different directions.
I signed up for a video distance learning class that would take place locally. So on the night of the first class I trudged out in 10 degree cold to the building where the video center was (and had been for years). But wait! The building is completely locked up and the office workers that I (and the two other very cold students) coaxed to the door told us that nothing was scheduled in the video center for that night. But this was the location listed on the school’s website. And I checked my email before I left. There was no notice of any change to the schedule.
So the next day I call the school to find out what the hell is going on. Apparently the location was changed and “Didn’t you get the email sent out to all the students?” No, I didn’t and I double checked all email I got for the previous month just to be sure I hadn’t missed it. Nope, no email, no contact, no nothing. But at least now I know where the class is held.
Then I get an email from the professor saying he’s sorry about the mixup and that he won’t hold it against us (how fucking generous!). He then sends a copy of the syllabus to us in Word 2007 format (which is unreadable with the version of OpenOffice I’m using and to anyone that doesn’t have a previous version of Word) and informs us the book is available at the bookstore (again, 75 miles away).
I could order the book on Amazon, but it wouldn’t arrive before the next class and I really wanted to catch up. So (on my day off) I trudge 75 miles to buy the book at the bookstore. Nope. The book is out of stock because my moron professor didn’t order enough copies for all of the students that signed up for the class.
So here’s a hearty fuck you to the morons that run my grad school. I know modern librarians are all about busting “librarian stereotypes,” but the stereotype of a librarian as an organized, put-together person is a good stereotype.
I don’t even know how to end this other than to say I really wish I could quit school right now and pay someone to take the classes in my place. It’s just a stupid piece of paper, I’m not even learning anything. Can’t I just fire up ye olde laser printer and make a degree myself?