I guess college is back in session because the whiners are coming out of the woodwork.
Being in college is not just learning what happened in Pavia in 516, or learning Green’s Theorem, or discussing Theodore Roethke.
It’s learning how to deal with shit that isn’t done the way you THINK it should be done. How to deal in the real world when Mom and Dad aren’t there to wake you up, feed you, and fight your battles for you.
What you should know now is that the time you spend complaining to chair, complaining with your fellow students, complaing to the TA, complaining to your parents is going to be much better spent STUDYING. Saying to yourself, “well, that teacher is a fucked-up asshole with fucked-up asshole rules. I don’t respect him. I’m going to rip him in teacher evaluations. But, if I want to do well in the class and learn the material, I better play along.”
Teacher’s are human. They’re inconsistent. They do ask vague questions. They infuse politics into discussions where they don’t belong. They’re not always open-minded to your new and oh so special and unique ideas. However, almost every one of them knows their subject like a son-of-a-bitch, and if you demonstrate to them that you know it too, then all the syllabus changes, grading schemes, power-tripping rules, whatever don’t make a whit of difference.
You should know too that for every teacher that you think is a fucked-up asshole because he flunked you on a quiz you missed because your roommate needed someone to go to the health center with her, there’s a kid sitting next to you who loves that teacher and was glad the whine-brigade took one on the chin. There are kids who don’t mind a disorganized teacher, a teacher who might change in midstream because someone is showing an interest in a particular area. They don’t care at all if the class is 25% tests, 75% homework or 75% tests, 25% homework or if the teacher told them ‘A’ on day 1 and changed to ‘B’ halfway through the semester because they’re doing them both with the proper attention.
Yeah, he changed the rules. Tough shit. Rules change. Study.
All that crap is just going to get in your way. You’re going to play those games where you whine with your friends about how rotten your teacher is and they’re going to agree with you and they’re going to whine back about their teachers and you’re going to agree with them.
Meanwhile, the kid sitting next to you is in the library making outlines from his history book and not worrying about all that peripheral bullshit that seems to be your focus.
I’d like to say it’s time to grow the fuck up, but you won’t. You’ll do it through 4 or 5 years of college. Then, you’ll do it in the workplace. Take comfort, you’ll always have another asshole down the hall that will share that bitch right along with you.