There’s One in Every Semester…
I am so intensely frustrated right now. So, assignment two for my research methods and stats class… I got 18 out of 20 marks, with a comment saying that I should’ve written more about what I learned. I commented back to the prof, saying the entire goddamned paper was about what I learned. She commented back saying that she wanted to know what ‘new’ things I learned. I thought to myself, it’s rather fucking difficult to learn anything new when this is all just review from my prerequisite stats class… but I kept my mouth shut, and found something ‘new’ to write in my next paper. Apparently, this wasn’t good enough, because she commented back, again, that she wanted to know what new things I’ve learned. Meanwhile, this next paper was marked 16 out of 20, because according to her, it was part of the writing requirement to cite every goddamn page from which my summations were derived. So I checked the assignment page, and the syllabus itself, and nowhere is it stated that I have to be so fucking explicit in my citations. All it says is “discuss” and “relate”, which are very vague terms. So I emailed her back, saying the vagueness of her terms should not be used against me, when all I can do is guess at what she means by “discuss” and “relate”. Further, I let her know that none of this is new to me. Hell, even the fucking textbook says the first eight chapters were foundational information, so it’s only natural that this ‘foundational information’ would be covered in my foundational statistics course.
So, I’m going to speak with the head of the Psych department on Tuesday, with print-outs of the assignments themselves, my syllabus, and my reasoning, to see if I’m wrong in thinking this is total bullshit. In the meantime, I’m going to take to writing my paper as if I’m explaining these rather simple concepts to a retarded fifth grader. Seriously, if she wants me to purposefully insult her intelligence in order to get a good grade, I’ll be more than happy to oblige in the worst ways possible.
This is what I get for trying to be “nice” to my profs, and respect their “authority”. Well, fuck their so-called authority. Now that I know this method doesn’t yield results, I’m sticking with my previous methods of being the bitch-student from hell. You might think that piece of paper means you get instant admiration, lady, but when push comes to shove, I can still wipe my ass with that little grad-school souvenir of yours.