#professors from hell

[daydreamingastronauts]

I'm gonna crash out rn cuz of the amount of quizzes i am writing in 1 day

Y'all, choose your professors after doing sum background check w ur peers...u will sincerely benefit from that

I didn't do it and I'm crying like crazy rn

[north-of-annwn]

Of course I have to experience the worst professor I’ve had in my entire life during a global pandemic. Stress compounded on top of stres.

At this point I'm contacting my Advisor because the rubric he just gave me is... 6 ways fucked up to Sunday? There’s no other way to say that and it’s not an exaggeration. 

This is just ONE example: 

He says of the SAME section: "Provides ample evidence of research" and "does not provide ample evidence of research" 

Not to mention he keeps saying my papers don't "provide good evidence of good writing." (I'm a writer. Like professionally.).

So either A) This pandemic has stressed everyone past their breaking point or B) Drugs? No, really, is it drugs?

[daydreamingastronauts]

FUCK THIS SHIT IM SO DONE WITH MY UNIVERSITY ARGHHHHHHHH

[daydreamingastronauts]

dude practicals make me shiver cuz omg the amount of stress those professors put on us students is diabolical.

[wordsareart]

My Shakespeare professor is about to send me off the deep end wearing nothing more than floaties and tears of desperate confusion. The woman tells us our term paper drafts are -- get this -- required. Unless I am mistaken, she said Saturday. No specific time. Just as long as it was on or before 11:59 pm on Saturday, we're in the clear. I turned mine in at 9 pm. On Saturday. Complete. Shitty, but it's done goddamnit, and it's a draft anyways. We're not graded on content, only on the fact that we've been putting in work. But apparently, she's under the impression it was due at 5 pm. But nowhere on the info sheet or syllabus does it say 5. Other assignments have set times, but not this one. Nope. It just says due on or before 8/12. So, because of her lack of organization, I get 3% off. Not 3 points. Nope. 3 Fucking Percent. This is not okay. Nope. Nope. Nope.

[thegetty]

From his classroom, there is only one way out.

Professor Spence, 1844, Hill & Adamson. The J. Paul Getty Museum

[a-murmuration-of-sorts]

Shitty day was really shitty. Fucking hell.

Right. So. Seminar final was today.

All was fine. I had 15 final prints like we were supposed to. Artists's statement. Good. Great.

Before class started I went up to my professor and told her that I didn't have the 11"x14" because I couldn't afford it.

She said that she'd talk to me after class. Fine.

A few hours later it was my turn to present my work to the class for critique.

Before I even fucking start she decides to tell the class that the 8"x10" RC paper is "a no-no" and is not acceptable. I interrupt her to tell her I couldn't afford it. She brushes it off. She tells me that I won't pass the class if I don't reprint them on 11"x14" fiber paper. She flat-out told me I would not pass the class. What the fuck? So it's four inches short. Does that change my photos? No. Fucking hell. It's just fucking ridiculous. So, completely red, embarrassed, and humiliated, I then shakily present my final portfolio to the class.

And then she doesn't talk to me after class.

I mean is this truly unreasonable? I can't change the fact that my bank account reads $0.00. I mean, not literally. I have enough for emergency money and subway fare to the airport and stuff. But I mean, does she think money grows on trees, or appears out of thin air when needed?

If I wasn't on scholarship, I wouldn't be here. If my grandparents hadn't scraped and scringed to get money for my supplies, I would've dropped out in September. There is no bottomless check. Newsflash, the economy sucks right now, and we still haven't recovered from our financial situation since my dad died.

Not only that, but I've spent so much on 8"x10" photo paper. It's $80 for a thing of 100 sheets. I just had to buy a new one because I was extremely low after Thanksgiving. The fiber paper is about $20-30 for ten sheets of paper. And again,  printed at Staples it's $35.

But this is a final portfolio of the photos we've been producing since September. So we'd just be printing larger versions of already printed photos. Which is a waste of money, and time in the darkroom if I chose fiber paper. And it's fucking finals week. The photos weren't even being hung or anything. They were just for this one day. And everyone's seen everyone else's photos already. We've been presenting them since September.

And one of her points was that I should've talked to her earlier. Like weeks ago. But I didn't realize it would cost so much, and I had to buy more 8"x10" paper. You can't do the 11"x14" without doing the 8"x10" first so that you know the right exposure and f/ for the best print.

Why does she want to make our lives a living hell? She could've just talked to me after class about it, but no. She had to go and fucking chew me out in front of all of my classmates. That's so fucking embarrassing. And then she asked about my lec/lab final. And I said I was using some of those photos. And she gave me that look. But luckily a few kids who are also in my lec/lab class stood up for me a bit by telling her that Stella and another lec/lab professor were accepting RC paper. And you know why? BECAUSE THEY'RE NOT FUCKING CLUELESS. They know how expensive it is and how none of us have money to spend on something like that.

It's just ugh.

So now my mom is going to call my advisor and cause shit.

Because she's the best.

At least I had my last Drawing and last Seminar class today.

Especially Seminar.

I am never taking another class of hers ever again.