Ow... my wrist...

[framlingem]

I have, for the first time in my life, Dropped A Class. In doing so, I also dropped two hundred and fifty dollars, but I didn't really have a choice. If I was going to do it, it had to be now, before the 'drop without academic prejudice' deadline was gone. The amount of work I was going to need to do to scrape a pass (the professor in question does not think the way I do, and worse, can argue it so that even I realise I screwed up and didn't answer the question... even when I'm sure I did. He's like a jolly version of Snape) is such that all my other classes would suffer a big drop, and I'm not willing to let that happen. So... adios, one of my correspondence courses. Now I only have one midterm on Saturday.

Speaking of midterms, I had my Geography 2001 exam today. Dear me. It wasn't that it was difficult - I know my stuff inside out. I can babble at you about the effects of globalisation and placelessness and core/periphery relationships and folk vs pop vs elite vs alternative culture for hours. I can quote extensively from the books "No-brow" and "Fast-Food Nation", and can analyse "Supersize Me" and "This is What Democracy Looks Like" to death.

But I didn't have time. Fifty minutes. Not one person in my class (and this is an above-average class, generally speaking) finished. We spent the whole class writing with no pause for thought. If he'd put one mre essay question on there, it would have made an excellent three-hour final. My essay was shallow and bland, more of a point-form-notes-put-into-full-sentences sort of thing than anything coherent. I was halfway through the conclusion when I heard the dreaded 'pens down, or suffer paper cuts when I rip the exams out of your fingers'.

My wrist is killing me.

I've never, ever, ever, had troubles finishing anything before. Not once. It's been pretty tight, sometimes, but this was... jeez. I'm stunned.

Comments

[ladyshrew.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I remember how horrid I felt when I dropped my first class. I'd been so stubborn about it, quite the way I am now, and had planned to drop a class if I got into the Am Rev class. Problem being I got into that class and didn't drop a class. Even though I'd had bad vibes about the prof for my Romantic to Modern Brit lit prof, I kept it, and then he ended up nearly ruining Jane Eyre for me and graded down if you didn't write what he said. I just wasn't about to make myself conform to him when taking 17 credits, so I *finally* withdrew and just took 14 credits that sem. But God, did I feel bad about that. Stupid Am lit profs teaching Brit lit! :-P

[framlingem.livejournal.com]

It was like admitting defeat before giving it my all. I hated clicking that button. :p I am such a nerd. Not like I was taking more than a full courseload, either. (I'm quite capable of it intellectually, but I don't have the discipline for it. It would be setting myself up for failure.) So now I'm taking twelve credits instead of fifteen. Boo. I'm going to try a distance course next summer, just so that I don't wind up having an extra semester. I _will_ get this done in four years, damnit!

[ladyshrew.livejournal.com]

Awwww, yeah. Part of it, that semester, was my lack of discipline too. But part of it was just real pissiness at the prof's style (and the way I withdrew without telling him was bad, because then he sent me an e-mail I never replied to, and I can never take a course from him again... not that I would :-P).

This semester... well, I figure if I can survive through Tuesday, I'll have it made. I don't know, though. I got through what I thought was the worst part, but I feel like I'm breaking too. :-P

[fredd9.livejournal.com]

*sending all my smartest vibes* And wishing you good luck on your exam tomorrow!

If your whole class never finished, you should be bringing that up to somebody of higher nature. I had an incident like that in college and our protest got us a re-vamped exam!

Anyways! Good luck! :o)