It's like this, cat.
You know my senior-level english prof sent from jupiter, who has three heads with spider eyes and fangs, and who eats tree moss fresh off the stump in the middle of the night? Today I learned he failed me because my final paper was "off topic". He gave my last paper a zero, and hence my grade for the class was an "Incomplete/Fail". All I needed on that paper was 30% to pass the class.
So, I can't graduate in three weeks.
But I'm going to appeal, set up meetings with the faculty advisors and deans, and make a little voodoo doll with white hair, oxfords, and a button down. I'm gonna get him to admit to everyone the truth that he personally approved my essay topic a month before I wrote it, even if I have to use every needle and pin in my emergency sewing kit.
Mwahahaha! or *sigh* ...I dunno.
This is not my first encounter with academic disaster. My favourite moment was in 1994. A teacher gave me a perfect Finding Forrester plot arc, complete with an accusation of plagiarism because my thesis was written too "maturely". Exonerated of any forgery, I still had to endure two more months with this less than cunning she-oaf as she gave me the poorest marks she could possible give short of failing me out of sheer hatred for my ballsy attempt to argue that she was wrong. Afterwards, I felt dejected and blamed myself, but the very next English Lit. class I took was cock rock cake walk with aces high and I learned to be apprehensive of some of those faculty hershey stains with tenure. Glad I learned that lesson early, but I wish there was no sequel like the one I'm enduring now.
This should be ridiculously funny. But with three weeks of classes left, it's as enjoyable as bacteria and piss smell.
That, and Mary Kate has gone to the beach with her mom for the weekend. I'm lonely.
Send sympathy cards please.
You know my senior-level english prof sent from jupiter, who has three heads with spider eyes and fangs, and who eats tree moss fresh off the stump in the middle of the night? Today I learned he failed me because my final paper was "off topic". He gave my last paper a zero, and hence my grade for the class was an "Incomplete/Fail". All I needed on that paper was 30% to pass the class.
So, I can't graduate in three weeks.
But I'm going to appeal, set up meetings with the faculty advisors and deans, and make a little voodoo doll with white hair, oxfords, and a button down. I'm gonna get him to admit to everyone the truth that he personally approved my essay topic a month before I wrote it, even if I have to use every needle and pin in my emergency sewing kit.
Mwahahaha! or *sigh* ...I dunno.
This is not my first encounter with academic disaster. My favourite moment was in 1994. A teacher gave me a perfect Finding Forrester plot arc, complete with an accusation of plagiarism because my thesis was written too "maturely". Exonerated of any forgery, I still had to endure two more months with this less than cunning she-oaf as she gave me the poorest marks she could possible give short of failing me out of sheer hatred for my ballsy attempt to argue that she was wrong. Afterwards, I felt dejected and blamed myself, but the very next English Lit. class I took was cock rock cake walk with aces high and I learned to be apprehensive of some of those faculty hershey stains with tenure. Glad I learned that lesson early, but I wish there was no sequel like the one I'm enduring now.
This should be ridiculously funny. But with three weeks of classes left, it's as enjoyable as bacteria and piss smell.
That, and Mary Kate has gone to the beach with her mom for the weekend. I'm lonely.
Send sympathy cards please.
i've had some run-ins like that myself. and it's so frustrating because as "the teacher" they have the upper hand and it sucks. from where i am now, i've seen those that teach from their side of things, and while my pals are good and fair, i can so see the vast possibility for abusing the power, or even letting non-academic opinions and egos get in the way.
my freshman year english prof HATED me because i was more well-read and literate than him, plus he dated a girl in my dorm and i once called him by his first name in class. plus i was a idealistic, cocky young thing who put my feet up on my desk and spoke my mind and he DID NOT like me. so even though all my papers rocked and i did great in the class, the cocksucka gave me a "B." i fought it and eventually got my grade changed to an "A."
thus i say, fight the good fight!!! sounds like you have a great "case" so don't let them have the upper hand! i fully expect updates here luv! goooo pathogen!