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- Angry Professor
- I am a tenured faculty member at a large state university. My teaching efforts primarily consist of delivering statistics lectures to social science majors. These experiences have colored my perspective somewhat.
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14 comments:
How did this happen?
Did the solution involve money, drugs, biological favours or a soft-headed person with authority?
Me, cynical?
Actually, I failed a class at the end of what was to be my last semester. If this large-state school is anything like my large-state school, you can walk through the various ceremonies, get your name printed up in the programs and no one'll know any better. (Luckily, my new job was in town and I finished up that summer during the evenings...)
In which AP realizes that the world is not fair.
(Just kidding--without a doubt, that is something you have known for some time.)
Hallelujah! Behold the power of the LAWD!
Appalling. Simply appalling.
How, may I ask, in the name of GAWD did this happen?!?
I'm not sure how this happened. I checked in the counseling office and learned that s/he is now the proud owner of a Bachelor's degree in my discipline. Someone caved and raised a grade or bent a rule or found a loophole.
I am suspicious that it was the counselor in the office, whom I dislike with irrational intensity.
Meanwhile, our registrar's office -- which hired someone who I failed a few years back -- is blocking the graduation of good students because they can't count.
Oh I HATE this. I know someone like this. She was a foreign student majoring in languages, and she spoke neither English nor the languages she was studying particularly well. She was a terrible writer. She never showed up to class, and did maybe a quarter of the assignments. She failed some courses maybe 3 times, and one semester she failed every single course. Hell, when she applied for graduation, she asked me what degree she was getting!!!!!
And yes, she graduated this term. I'm not really sure how it happened. It's people like this who make the value of my degree decline so steadily.
Maybe you should think about applying to work at another university, and find some happiness where your administration will support you instead of undermining you. Life is too short not to feel empowered in our work.
Whew. The mind just boggles.
One of the students who got an F in my lit class last semester was on campus yesterday; I saw him, but he didn't see me. I thought he was supposed to be "failing out of school" with my F, according to his pitiful, whining e-mails. Someone somewhere must have pulled a string or two. That's all I can figure.
It happened because people like me do not hand out enough Ds. I will now give less than C to any paper with imperfect grammar, even though papers in my classes are not written in English. Grammar practice in *any* language has to help.
Anonymous said...
Maybe you should think about applying to work at another university, and find some happiness where your administration will support you instead of undermining you. Life is too short not to feel empowered in our work.
Where is that?
g bitch said ...
Where is that?
First star to the right and straight ahead until morning, I think.
Anonymous said...
Maybe you should think about applying to work at another university, and find some happiness where your administration will support you instead of undermining you. Life is too short not to feel empowered in our work.
The only way to do that would be to leave the profession. Some of us have research agendas which are best accomplished in universities. Hence the paradox.
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