HAte . . . PROf . . .
Workin' hard or hardly workin'?
The thermostat on my computer tells me that it's twenty-six degrees centigrade below zero
outside. Without windchill. Who in their right mind decided to colonize this
joint?
*bitter*
Ooh, I'm so ANGRY! I got my meditation essay back in the mail today: a B+!
First of all, it was way better than a B+. I mean, please. I'm amazed that I
managed to tie meditation and horseback riding together. It was a feat of
genius. Secondly, I went and ASKED the prof for help on the damned thing. He
told me to look in a certain database and read a certain article. I did both
-- neither was particularly helpful. Then I get the essay back, and, as
expected, every second page had a snarky comment on it, because, I'm assuming,
I tried to avoid Buddhism, which he so loves. The worst comment, however, was
on the front of the essay, along with that pitifully low mark. It was an
admonition that the inclusion of the idea of "neuroplasticity" would have
greatly enhanced my essay. a) WHAT THE HELL IS NEUROPLASTICITY, and b) WHY
THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME TO LOOK IT UP IN THE FIRST PLACE?
Grr.
/rant. Out.
Posted by Ally at December 20, 2004 05:37 PM