I can be a part-time student next semester!!! I can get a jump star on my job search instead of spending this semester or even the summer after I graduate doing it. I did a little victory dance after I found out.
This week is crazier than I expected. I have a final project for the audio section of my Multimedia Production Skills course (we all know how I feel about that one) on Friday and a ton of stuff on my social schedule. But Friday at 2pm I'll be packing to head home for the weekend! Terence and I are going to NJ to celebrate Halloween this year. We're planning on going to Six Flags for Freight Fest! Hopefully the weather is good.
I'm in love with John Mayer's new song "Who Says." It's so therapeutic so I'm sharing some therapy with you.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Photoblog/Designblog Advice?
I just spend a good portion of my day looking through alternate blogger templates for my photoblog or a possible place to put some of my designs online. Epic fail. Does anyone have any advice?
Here it is . . . the rant
I think I have done a fair job of not completely ranting on this blog. Most of it is mindless updates that probably a very small percentage of the internet community cares about, but for me it's therapeutic. So here is a rare but much needed therapeutic rant.
I have come to find what kind of professors I like and respect and which ones I don't. This semester I am confronted with one I love and some that I could do without. At the University, I have had a fair amount of adjuncts, which is totally fine, respectable even. They are working in the field simultaneously and I think might even have some better insights on the field (in this case Journalism) and how it effects us students today. Some of them are young. This isn't true of all of them, but some. I had a web professor who was amazing. She was young, working for a web design firm and DEFINITELY knew her stuff. I learned a lot from her and am actually looking into some web design classes for next semester. Amazing. Now I have a professor who on day one spent the majority of the class on the don'ts. Don't be late to my class. Don't hand assignments in late. I'm older than I look. My class is harder than you think. 30 seconds matters, seriously, don't be late to my class. Okay, I get it. Having obtained almost a complete college degree, I would hope that I'm not dumb enough to be late, turn in an assignment late and disrespect a professor in the first week, but apparently some professors feel that it still needs to be said.
I thought back to some professors that I love and realized that on day one, they handed out the syllabus, asked for questions and dived right into the course work. Let me fall in love with your class and want to hand in the assignments on time, arrive on time, and respect you before you tell me not to. I'm over 21 and not an idiot. Having been late to my share of classes, I get that it doesn't roll well with the professors, which is enough for me to attempt not to do it.
Here's the kicker. On the second class the professor was a half an hour late. The allotted time for professors to be late is 15 minutes for adjuncts and 20 minutes for full time faculty. Being a sincere person, I usually give all professors 20 minutes because we live in a city. If you miss a metro or a shuttle bus even you're going to be at least 20 minutes late. 30 minutes though? We didn't even get anything productive done with the remaining 40 minutes. We rushed through a program that by the end no one understood but everyone was frustrated.
This, as frustrating as it is, makes me respect the other professors more. One of my friends told me that life happens and some professors just refuse to acknowledge that sometimes it happens badly and to them, to everyone. Don't preach to me about being late and then waste 30 minutes of my time waiting for you. 30 seconds matters. Life happens. Own up to it. In the next class after the tardiness, she had the nerve to stop her sentence and scowl at every person (all 2 of them) who walked in after 8:30am. After that she would forget what she was talking about and hesitate getting back to what she was talking about. That is more of a disruption to my learning experience than them actually being late. Why? Because it's 8:30 in the morning and life happens. People WILL be late. Even the professors tardiness I can excuse, but not the continual lecture even after she herself was late.
Let's all move on and learn what we're here to learn. Which for the record is not how to effectively make someone cry by scowling at them.
I have come to find what kind of professors I like and respect and which ones I don't. This semester I am confronted with one I love and some that I could do without. At the University, I have had a fair amount of adjuncts, which is totally fine, respectable even. They are working in the field simultaneously and I think might even have some better insights on the field (in this case Journalism) and how it effects us students today. Some of them are young. This isn't true of all of them, but some. I had a web professor who was amazing. She was young, working for a web design firm and DEFINITELY knew her stuff. I learned a lot from her and am actually looking into some web design classes for next semester. Amazing. Now I have a professor who on day one spent the majority of the class on the don'ts. Don't be late to my class. Don't hand assignments in late. I'm older than I look. My class is harder than you think. 30 seconds matters, seriously, don't be late to my class. Okay, I get it. Having obtained almost a complete college degree, I would hope that I'm not dumb enough to be late, turn in an assignment late and disrespect a professor in the first week, but apparently some professors feel that it still needs to be said.
I thought back to some professors that I love and realized that on day one, they handed out the syllabus, asked for questions and dived right into the course work. Let me fall in love with your class and want to hand in the assignments on time, arrive on time, and respect you before you tell me not to. I'm over 21 and not an idiot. Having been late to my share of classes, I get that it doesn't roll well with the professors, which is enough for me to attempt not to do it.
Here's the kicker. On the second class the professor was a half an hour late. The allotted time for professors to be late is 15 minutes for adjuncts and 20 minutes for full time faculty. Being a sincere person, I usually give all professors 20 minutes because we live in a city. If you miss a metro or a shuttle bus even you're going to be at least 20 minutes late. 30 minutes though? We didn't even get anything productive done with the remaining 40 minutes. We rushed through a program that by the end no one understood but everyone was frustrated.
This, as frustrating as it is, makes me respect the other professors more. One of my friends told me that life happens and some professors just refuse to acknowledge that sometimes it happens badly and to them, to everyone. Don't preach to me about being late and then waste 30 minutes of my time waiting for you. 30 seconds matters. Life happens. Own up to it. In the next class after the tardiness, she had the nerve to stop her sentence and scowl at every person (all 2 of them) who walked in after 8:30am. After that she would forget what she was talking about and hesitate getting back to what she was talking about. That is more of a disruption to my learning experience than them actually being late. Why? Because it's 8:30 in the morning and life happens. People WILL be late. Even the professors tardiness I can excuse, but not the continual lecture even after she herself was late.
Let's all move on and learn what we're here to learn. Which for the record is not how to effectively make someone cry by scowling at them.
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