Manifesto for my discontent and disappointment with School A: 1. Heart and 2. Hazing....not so much Horcruxes...they're evil...mustn't touch. Lets start with heart before we move onto hazing (p.s. I wish I could find a font that will cross my "z"s like I do when I write on papers) At school A, I have no connection between my heart and my classes. I didn't start my classes with the intent to be disheartened....nah nah says he. This process evolved week in and week out when I wasn't challenge and wasn't taught with the assumption of intelligence, which a graduate program should have. I felt, I feel, as if I'm not being taught as someone who has completed four years of undergraduate education and hold a degree already. If I knew a 16 year old who wanted to get on the path for teaching I would put them in the classes that I am in now. I, by no means, am gifted or overly intelligent, nor do I claim to want to be educated on my heels with my back against the wall. I want a program that assumes I'm intelligent. I want professors who will challenge me with new and interesting ideas, but I feel as if this semester at School A has been comparable to the two weeks training that I got in AmeriCorps. It has just been watered down and stretched to last an entire semester. But week seven weeks in and I've leaved the amount of information I've received has been about two days worth of AmeriCorps training. At this rate, SERVES could give someone a masters in three weeks.
As for hazing, school A didn't offer any. I would've longed to have had been stripped down and beaten with a fig plant...but that's not what I mean. I mean, the way a personal feels more allegiance to something group or org. that they had to earn membership for. I am currently applying to school B, and they are a big awesome school that not a lot of people get into...so, if I get in I'll be part of a club...But, at school A there was no challenge to getting acceptance. My interview consistent of showing up...there were no questions asked. As I drive around town, the #1 most seen license plate holder is the one that says, alumnai of School A...I'm not part of a special club, I'm not special...I don't feel like I belong, because there doesn't seem to be a process of acceptance other than a pulse.
Well, I've rambled enough....P.S. I'll take 80K if you're giving it away.
Random Factoid: My calves are sore, I really need to stop trying to compete with Henry VIII's calves...his calves are royal.
La Cultura Cura
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