|Thursday, April 26th, 2001|
12:33 (26.04.01) - Today hasn't been one of my better days
Today I had to meet with the Uptight Professor From Hell about a paper I didn't turn in. I called her the morning it was due explaining that I was panicking whenever I saw the word processor and therefore wouldn't have it in on time or be in class that day, and asking her to please extend the deadline for me until after I met with the counseling center. She never called me back. Finally, I kept leaving her messages and she sent me an email saying basically "I don't care what your reasons are, no go". She's treating it like I skipped town to go to Vegas or something. All I fucking wanted was for her to extend the deadline so I could see a counselor so I could stop panicking long enough to write it.
At this point, she's said my options are to drop the class or just take a 0 on that 20% of my grade. Great. So now the best I can do in her class is a B-, and then only if I somehow pull exceptional essays out of my ass for the final, which is 3 hours long and 10 essay questions. My hand hurts if I handwrite for less than an hour and degerates in total illegibility in probably under 2 hours. I've already lost points on a test this semester in another class because of my unreadable handwriting. I don't have very good motor control and there really isn't anything I can do about it.
So I go talk to the learning disabilies people, and they say they can't do anything about the paper. I'm suppposed to have an accomidation for "mental heath related to anxeity and anger", among assorted learning disabilities, but appearantly that doesn't give me extra to make up a paper if I can't write a paper because I panic. So I get hysterical (I'm trying to make honors, and I really, really can't take a B- at this point) and start tearing up my arm with my fingernails. Yippee. The learning disabilities people don't take very well to that, but I get calmed down again. We're going to see if I can't dictate the fianl to someone so my hand doesn't become a problem. Then they make me go to the health center to get my arm bandaged up.
The nurse there was ok, I guess. I think she went a bit overboard bandaging up my arm, though. She put a complex, multi-layer thing on it and affixed it with this white fishnet thing that goes all the way around my arm. I want a dispenser for that fishnet thing, except in black. That would rock. Anyway. Now *she* wants to try to do something to help me with my professor (which I didn't ask her to do, that professor's already pretty much a lost cause). I already had the counseling center and the disability people try, so I doubt it'll do much good, but I suppose it couldn't really hurt at this point to have the health center ask too.
Also, I broke a nail. Bah.
Now I'm sleepy and feeling antisocial. And I have to go to the dorm barbeque. That should help. Yeah, that's it.
current mood: sleepy
18:53 (26.04.01) - Comm senior projects
After the barbeque (which could have been worse, almost no one showed up so they fed us quite well.) Boyfriend-Chris and I went to the presentations of the senior comm projects. We're both comm majors, and we wanted to get an idea what type of thing we would be working on during senior year.
There were a real variety of projects; most of which either involved multimedia/film, advertising or feminism. It seems that most comm majors are really into either multimedia/film, advertising or feminism, usually either multimedia/film or feminism.
I fear the day someone makes a multimedia presentation about feminist advertising. It will happen, I tell you.
Anyway, we had a couple of short films, a bunch of rhetorical criticisms and "the great feminist pile of ick" (more on that in a moment).
I was impressed with the films this year. There were two and they were quite good. Adam did a humorous one about overreacting to a psych study, and a girl I didn't know did a fairly arty one on nonverbal communication in which she followed a dog and a 20 month old. I can't explain it, but it was quite good.
Rhetorical critciism is really hard to stand up and talk about for 15 minutes. I'm sure it was interesting to do and made a good paper, but it's hard to present. I felt kind of sorry for some of those people. They obviously had really good papers that they couldn't possibly explain meaningfully in the time allowed.
Oh, yeah, "the great feminist pile of ick". Well, the third or so presentation was this one feminist girl (who I frankly disagree with on a lot of issues) who gave this presentation on how all sex work is bad, degrading to women and so forth. the second to last presentation was by a girl who'd been working as a stripper for the past year and who did her project on the stripper culture and so forth. This was sort of a bad juxtaposition, to say the least. Not fun.
Boyfriend-Chris is here, so I must flit.
current mood: sleepy
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