Tonight I drove to UNCG for a class. Sign count!
Obama signs: 7
McCain signs: 0
Don Vaughn signs: 3 (he’s running for State Senate) (that link is not an endorsement)
In conclusion: UNCG is voting Obama.
There is one common theme in the classes that I take for licensure: They all make me want to use more profanity than I ever thought possible. Also, they make me want to stab myself in the eye with a pen. As I fiddled with my pen this evening, I seriously contemplated stabbing myself in the eye with it. Because then I would get to leave. Rather than being spoken to like a kindergartner. *stab stab stab*
I will admit that my attitude about these classes is not always the best. I always start with the idea of going with the flow. I don’t want to be the person who can’t learn from other people because she thinks she knows it all. I definitely do not know it all when it comes to teaching. But the classes! They are often busywork or playacting so as to meet some state requirement. And I do not find that helpful. *stab stab stab*
Last semester, I took a class with a professor who was kind of not my favorite. She spent a lot of time talking about how great she was. And grading our assignments in pithy ways. For our last assignment, part of our requirement was a reflective paper. In what was probably not my finest moment, I wrote reflectively about how lame I thought the assignment was, taking potshots at the part of the assignment I was supposed to be reflecting upon and its really specific (pointless) requirements. In my defense, I did not take potshots at her personally. At least I can say that. That, however, is not something that she can say, because in her response to my paper, she did take (completely untrue) potshots at me. I wrote back correcting her misinformation about me, and she told me that she did not like my tone. I then wished her well, because, thankfully, she was planning to retire over the summer. Did I mention that she was kind of not my favorite? *stab stab stab*
Anyway, I don’t know why I just told you that story. It does not exactly cover me in glory. But it does show you how frustratingly asinine I find these classes. They make me do things I would never normally do. Tune in next week to read about my huge crazy freakout in which I take too many behavioral meds at once, rip off my clothes, and jump into the fountain at the mall, yelling, “Blaaaaah! I’m a kraken from the sea!”
(To my mom: Do not be alarmed. That is a reference to Juno. Not something I actually plan on doing.)
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I think you’re out of eyes.
they don’t call you Kick Ass for nothing!
I have sooo had those kind of classes before. appreciate the Juno reference and the note to Mom – very funny
lol. lol. even though i heard it in person, it still made me lol. i especially like the juno reference.
Stab, stab, stab…that was hilarious. Roger ’bout made me pee in my pants!
Would you be so kind as to publish both the paper and the response? They would entertain me greatly. Specifically because I wrote a paper for my Science of Water (=P) class, and it was returned for “improvement” because instead of thoroughly bashing the construction companies, I presented what I felt was a reasonable compromise that wouldn’t shut down the entire economy of the world. Apparently that was unacceptable, so my rewrite was an incredibly sarcastic and tongue-in-cheek RANT about how horrible all construction and development and human life is, and how we should basically kill ourselves off so that the frogs in Marsh Swamp can live.
I got an A on the final draft.
Unfortunately, I don’t have the response anymore! It was an online class, so I don’t have access to the instructor feedback. The paper itself was pretty transparent in its efforts to criticize the assignment, so I doubt it’s a very good paper. I did not really care at that point. hehehe.