Get Your Dirty Hands Off My Schedule!
2nd June 2007
Now, I don’t normally use my blog for ranting purposes, but this time around I reckon I had better test your patience than the structure of my monitor, as I have a few extra heavy books next to me and am not afraid to start tossing them around…
Basically, as some of you may/may not know, I’m combining a part-time job, graduate-level courses, girlfriend, Internet marketing, product development and another temporary job, which kind of leaves me with little time for myself. Now, that in itself is manageable - but the professor for the class I’m taking right now has a reputation for assigning unreasonable amounts of homework. Well, this time, he has really outdone himself.
I have a time-consuming piece of academic work due for Tuesday, plus I need to get started with the research for two project he assigned me. Yet another piece of work was due as soon as possible, and I made the mistake of informing him that I’ll have it delivered by the end of Friday. Of course, as it happens, things came that required my attention, so I didn’t manage to get it done - and one hour later, I get the following e-mail
Dear George,
the end of Friday was 1 hour ago… I did not get the subject list. Best regards
Ok, I might as well just come out and say it…
No, sir, your class is not my priority, not by far. Somehow, I think I’m going to get a lot further in life by focusing on things that matter - such as my girlfriend and releasing my own info product.
I’m doing the best I can - and if you don’t like it, get over yourself and accept that there are more important things than your class.
I appreciate everything you’re doing for us, but, for our common sake, please stop.
Goddamn it, I understand that it’s graduate-level study and it’s supposed to be tough - but whatever happened to figuring out that all of us - and I mean all of us - need some “me time” when we can relax and not have to worry - even for a few hours - about something that is due tomorrow (which is exactly the kind of schedule this professor forces on you).
Sure, it’s great if you’re like half the people in the class who are full-time student, have rich parents and don’t give a damn as to where their money is coming from and why. But if you’re actually working to make ends meet, having someone bug you about a one-hour late deadline is pretty frustrating.
Sure, it’d be normal if he’d be paying my salary - but, for crying out loud, I’m the customer here, not him. And, while I’m all in favor of demanding academic programs, e-mailing me at 1:21am on a Friday night is, frankly, ludicrous.
Well, rant over, I guess - now here’s hoping no one from my university drops by to visit this blog…
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