Spring semester started a couple of weeks ago here in Texas and I am in full swing in college. I’m taking 17 credit hours this semester! Blah.
First day back to my program after a semester’s forced absence wasn’t a great homecoming. In fact, I had to force myself to go again. Oh awful. Because I love stories, I will tell you mine.
My day started at 7:30 a.m. when I had to wake up. Forty minutes later, I was running late for my 8:50 a.m. that was an hour away. Of course, I hit traffic. I happened to walk (run, really) into class at 9 a.m. after having a particularly difficult time finding a parking space downtown. When I walked into the classroom, the professor stopped class to ask me “Are you here for sociology?” When I confirmed her question, she said very nastily, “I need to see you after class.” To those of you who are teachers, I totally understand that I really shouldn’t have been late and that I should leave earlier. Just wait though…
Twenty minutes after I came in, another woman walked in the same door I did, yet this time the professor didn’t say a single word to her. Ten minutes after that, another woman walked in and she also wasn’t disturbed while the tardy student walked walked to an open seat. I was astonished. In fact, the professor went on to tell the class that “this class will be a safe place for everyone here.” Pfff, well when I responded to a question that she had asked the class, her entire tone and demeanor changed and she talked to me as though I were so uneducated that I couldn’t possibly know what my own name was. Ugh.
When the class ended, there was a small line to sign the attendance sheet. That’s all she wanted — for me to sign the attendance sheet. When I was done, she said “Thank you” with such contempt that I just wanted to smack her. I was pissed.
The next two classes weren’t any better either. This time, I was 30 minutes early for my sign language class since we were let out early from my previous class. Sign language class, however, was two hours long, so halfway through we were given a break. We were let out at 1:02 p.m. and were told we had 15 minutes. Well, I forgot to pack anything for lunch when I was dashing out of the house and since I was going to stay at the school until after 6 p.m., I went downstairs to grab a wrap.
At 1:15, I ran back upstairs and right into a closed door. I was like, what the hell? When the professor opened the door, she said, “You are late.”
“Um, no I’m not, you said we had 15 minutes and I still have 2 minutes.”
“Well you are late. I shouldn’t even let you in.”
And again, 10 minutes later, another student walks into the class and not shit was said to her. Nothing was said to the third chick who was late as well. Grrr. What was also interesting was the professor’s interaction with a student who was an African-American. The professor didn’t explain the homework well (read: hardly at all) and when this student asked for specifics, the professor “yelled” (as much as you can in sign language) “Were you asleep the whole class?” No bitch, we can’t read your fucking mind.
I can’t help but think about the differences between me and those four women who were more late than I. Maybe I am just connecting meaningless things, but I can’t help it. Those two in my first class? Thin, white, conventionally pretty women. The other two in the third class? Also thin, white, conventionally pretty women and also students who had this professor before for different classes.
Yeeaaaah. This semester is gonna be shitty.
I know that I missed talking about two other classes, but really the only bullshit there is politics and religion. I’m sorry, but when one professor “seriously questions” the murder of 90% of the Native Americans as genocide, and when another professor says “I’ll be praying” no less than ten times the whole class, we’re gonna have issues. Le sigh.
I’ve already had issues with the particular program I am, namely that the administration is seriously religious — as in the whole administration was hired from the local church, everyone knows everyone else, and if you happen to not be their particular brand of Christian, well then you aren’t Christian at all. Forget about being anything other than Christian…
I just can’t wait until I graduate and never have to see these people again.