Are you talking to me?????
I'm a busy person. I don't have much free time, and the free time I do have is occupied by homework. I have classes all day Monday through Thursday, including a night class on Wednesdays. I work on Monday and Thursday nights from four o'clock until eleven o'clock. On Friday's I work from ten in the morning until at least ten at night. I play tennis on Tuesday nights from six until nine and my weekends are almost always spent in Wichita. I do my best to balance school, work and a social life, although the social life has been lacking quite a bit lately. I do everything in my power to not let one interfere with the other.
A couple of Monday's ago, I was called into work early. I didn't get out of class in time to make it to work, so I had planned to leave my class ten minutes eary. That would give me just enough time to run home, change my clothes, take the dogs out and get to work. Dinner would just have to wait until another night.
So, three o'clock rolls around and I packed up my things to leave. I made sure to sit by the door that day so I could quietly make my escape without interupting the class at all. However, when I stood up to leave, I was brought to an abrupt stop.
"Excuse me, where do you think you are going?" said my professor, loud enough for the whole class to hear.
"I"m going to work," I replied in complete shock.
"You mean you are leaving before my class is over?"
"Yes, I'm leaving before your class is over."
"Well is this going to be a regular thing, or is this just happening today?"
"Well, I'm not sure. I'm hoping that it just happens today."
"Well the next time you want to leave my class early, you need to let me know."
After that, I just walked out. I was pissed! I couldn't believe she confronted me like that in front of everyone! Why did it matter if I left ten minutes early!? I'm paying for the class. I'm paying her salary. I should be able to leave whenever I feel like it. She isn't paying my bills, so work had to come first that day. I just couldn't understand why ten minutes was such a big deal. And another thing, she never comes to class early anyways. She always walks in late and immediately starts lecturing. I wouldn't have had the chance to tell her I had to leave early even if I wanted to.
I was so mad. I just wanted to go back in there and tell how rude she was. I was thinking up all these mean things to say to her in an email or the next time I saw her, but then I realized one very important thing....she controls my grade. Doesn't that suck? So now I'm left with nothing to do about it except talk about her in my blog. When next semester rolls around, remind me to not take any communications classes. Or at least not with her...for a communications professor, she really sucks at communicating.
A couple of Monday's ago, I was called into work early. I didn't get out of class in time to make it to work, so I had planned to leave my class ten minutes eary. That would give me just enough time to run home, change my clothes, take the dogs out and get to work. Dinner would just have to wait until another night.
So, three o'clock rolls around and I packed up my things to leave. I made sure to sit by the door that day so I could quietly make my escape without interupting the class at all. However, when I stood up to leave, I was brought to an abrupt stop.
"Excuse me, where do you think you are going?" said my professor, loud enough for the whole class to hear.
"I"m going to work," I replied in complete shock.
"You mean you are leaving before my class is over?"
"Yes, I'm leaving before your class is over."
"Well is this going to be a regular thing, or is this just happening today?"
"Well, I'm not sure. I'm hoping that it just happens today."
"Well the next time you want to leave my class early, you need to let me know."
After that, I just walked out. I was pissed! I couldn't believe she confronted me like that in front of everyone! Why did it matter if I left ten minutes early!? I'm paying for the class. I'm paying her salary. I should be able to leave whenever I feel like it. She isn't paying my bills, so work had to come first that day. I just couldn't understand why ten minutes was such a big deal. And another thing, she never comes to class early anyways. She always walks in late and immediately starts lecturing. I wouldn't have had the chance to tell her I had to leave early even if I wanted to.
I was so mad. I just wanted to go back in there and tell how rude she was. I was thinking up all these mean things to say to her in an email or the next time I saw her, but then I realized one very important thing....she controls my grade. Doesn't that suck? So now I'm left with nothing to do about it except talk about her in my blog. When next semester rolls around, remind me to not take any communications classes. Or at least not with her...for a communications professor, she really sucks at communicating.
posted by valerieh @ 11:48 AM
3 Comments:
At 9:37 AM,
Regina Cassell said…
OK, so I'm guessing this is the "venting" blog? Hey, I heard about you from another one of my mm students in the class. I swear I heard the story from a student telling it about you, and not FROM you. Weird, eh?
My advice as a professor would be to "play the game" and send an e-mail to apologize. I would simply say that you are sorry to disrupt class. Say, you do all in your power to work around the schedule. I know students have to work, but I can't allow that to count as a reason for missing or I'd have a big, fat mess on my hands. I doubt I would call a student out in front of the class, unless I knew them well enough and did it in good fun :)
But, you are right about the grades and you don't want this to affect it at all. Just my advice :)
At 9:02 AM,
Tully Corcoran said…
I think the appropriate response in this situation is to wait for her to leave class, then stab her in the jaw.
At 12:09 PM,
Trista said…
I sympathize with you. It's hard to be a student, work and have a social life. And as you said, the social life usually ends up being the last priority so when someone from friend to teacher to casual acquaintance that you'd rather not be acquainted with, acts like your doing something wrong it's understandable to be upset.
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