T-6005
01-08-2010, 02:14 PM
So I guess this will probably end up just another rant on the myriad small details that grate on my life. I seem to have been born without the small temperamental variances which act as a sort of mental lubricant, those which allow other minds to slide past the glaringly out-of-place in their own lives and to coexist with the slightly incongruous and ever-so-small social rough edges at the periphery of our experiences.
That second sentence has nothing to do with what I'm going to talk about. It also has nothing to do with the thread title, which I consider pleasingly witty. I just enjoyed where the sentence was going, so I let the thought finish itself. Now off to the next topic!
As some of you know, I'm currently working on my Bachelor's degree in Anthropology. As most if not all of you don't know, this is my fifth year, and I'm basically taking the required courses to graduate. One of those courses is a field research course, and I'm examining the attitudes of Canadians towards immigrants, especially in the securing of privileged identity through a discourse of multiculturalism. It's not my best work, but at this time it is my most expansive. Anyway.
So for this course I have made a stunning breakthrough of my own, and it is this – my Teaching Assistant is the worst in the world. In the ENTIRE. WORLD. There is not a country in the world, a hovel in some pygmy village, an oxygen-lacking mountain structure, a Miss America pageant or a marker-factory anywhere on the globe who can claim to hide within it a more incompetent person. I went to the first tutorial and never went back after seeing her deflect question after question on basic terms like hegemony or positivism. She is clueless. What's more, she doesn't care.
Whatever. That's fine. But I had a Korean TA in my second year who didn't speak a word of English who was better than this.
I come back from my vacation after having submitted a study proposal – on the aforementioned topic – and I was expecting to get my grade and approval back. There are a hundred of us in the class, and apparently most of us would see our months until April hinge on one decision – the Ethics Form. Possibility A – approved. B – Approved with Revisions. C – Rejected.
I may have been extremely lazy on the informed consent form, but I fully expected possibility B. Like I said, not my best work. Anywho, I get my paper back and am immediately shocked to find out I got a D. As in the grade, not the approval, since there was no possibility D. Keep up!
WHAT?! I meant what I said when I told you it wasn't my best work, but “not my best work” means a B. At least. I've never gotten a D in any Anthropology course, ever. And not only that, but this wasn't a half-assed essay. I did the work, finished the readings, researched my subject and submitted a generally timely and cohesive essay which may have been a little rough around the edges, but no way I deserved a D! I read on and my eyes get wider and wider. I added an 'IN' to my bibliography (a move I've seen on many a professors' syllabus) and there's an arrow on the page pointing from nothing to another patch of nothing, and my grade for the bibliography is a 5/10? Something's not right here. I flip to my introduction and am told to define what 'immigrant,' 'Canadian,' and 'multiculturalism' mean in the context of my work. In case you weren't paying attention, my work is to find out what those words mean and how they're used. ARGHARHGHAOUEGBAAZUPIBH
Alright, fine. I didn't do well (still going to see the professor about this, I won't stand for it). I flip to the Ethics form – the ENTIRE PURPOSE for submitting the proposal in the first place. Aside from my own entries, it's blank. Puzzled, I flip back to the beginning, then to the last page. Maybe it's just a stamp or something. Then I think, maybe it's on the back of one of the pages – without even pausing to examine the ridiculousness of my thought. Flip, flip, flip. No stamps on the backs of pages.
Out of the corner of my now-glazing vision I see my classmates going through a similar process. Then the sharpest pencil in the box gives voice to our collective thought.
“So, uh, how do we know if it's approved?”
Dead silence from the TA.
After the murderous haze lifts from my eyes I understand that somehow in her rush to get to Halifax and go skiing she hadn't realized that she was supposed to collect our assignments written for the Ethics Board and give them to... the Ethics Board.
This woman is a moron is what I'm saying here. I can't even go on any more. It's too much. And I still have a D.
PS - Sorry I didn't go on about something random over the holidays. I know you all love it. But I'm back now.
That second sentence has nothing to do with what I'm going to talk about. It also has nothing to do with the thread title, which I consider pleasingly witty. I just enjoyed where the sentence was going, so I let the thought finish itself. Now off to the next topic!
As some of you know, I'm currently working on my Bachelor's degree in Anthropology. As most if not all of you don't know, this is my fifth year, and I'm basically taking the required courses to graduate. One of those courses is a field research course, and I'm examining the attitudes of Canadians towards immigrants, especially in the securing of privileged identity through a discourse of multiculturalism. It's not my best work, but at this time it is my most expansive. Anyway.
So for this course I have made a stunning breakthrough of my own, and it is this – my Teaching Assistant is the worst in the world. In the ENTIRE. WORLD. There is not a country in the world, a hovel in some pygmy village, an oxygen-lacking mountain structure, a Miss America pageant or a marker-factory anywhere on the globe who can claim to hide within it a more incompetent person. I went to the first tutorial and never went back after seeing her deflect question after question on basic terms like hegemony or positivism. She is clueless. What's more, she doesn't care.
Whatever. That's fine. But I had a Korean TA in my second year who didn't speak a word of English who was better than this.
I come back from my vacation after having submitted a study proposal – on the aforementioned topic – and I was expecting to get my grade and approval back. There are a hundred of us in the class, and apparently most of us would see our months until April hinge on one decision – the Ethics Form. Possibility A – approved. B – Approved with Revisions. C – Rejected.
I may have been extremely lazy on the informed consent form, but I fully expected possibility B. Like I said, not my best work. Anywho, I get my paper back and am immediately shocked to find out I got a D. As in the grade, not the approval, since there was no possibility D. Keep up!
WHAT?! I meant what I said when I told you it wasn't my best work, but “not my best work” means a B. At least. I've never gotten a D in any Anthropology course, ever. And not only that, but this wasn't a half-assed essay. I did the work, finished the readings, researched my subject and submitted a generally timely and cohesive essay which may have been a little rough around the edges, but no way I deserved a D! I read on and my eyes get wider and wider. I added an 'IN' to my bibliography (a move I've seen on many a professors' syllabus) and there's an arrow on the page pointing from nothing to another patch of nothing, and my grade for the bibliography is a 5/10? Something's not right here. I flip to my introduction and am told to define what 'immigrant,' 'Canadian,' and 'multiculturalism' mean in the context of my work. In case you weren't paying attention, my work is to find out what those words mean and how they're used. ARGHARHGHAOUEGBAAZUPIBH
Alright, fine. I didn't do well (still going to see the professor about this, I won't stand for it). I flip to the Ethics form – the ENTIRE PURPOSE for submitting the proposal in the first place. Aside from my own entries, it's blank. Puzzled, I flip back to the beginning, then to the last page. Maybe it's just a stamp or something. Then I think, maybe it's on the back of one of the pages – without even pausing to examine the ridiculousness of my thought. Flip, flip, flip. No stamps on the backs of pages.
Out of the corner of my now-glazing vision I see my classmates going through a similar process. Then the sharpest pencil in the box gives voice to our collective thought.
“So, uh, how do we know if it's approved?”
Dead silence from the TA.
After the murderous haze lifts from my eyes I understand that somehow in her rush to get to Halifax and go skiing she hadn't realized that she was supposed to collect our assignments written for the Ethics Board and give them to... the Ethics Board.
This woman is a moron is what I'm saying here. I can't even go on any more. It's too much. And I still have a D.
PS - Sorry I didn't go on about something random over the holidays. I know you all love it. But I'm back now.