I don't think I've ever been more frustrated. My graphic design professor gave us back our posters...something that I p ut a lot of hard work into. Six hours over a small poster for an event that doesn't even exist. I put a lot of extra time and effort into the thing and she gives me a C-. I've gotten nothing but A's in that class so far and here's a random C-. 15/20 points. I had some issues with the mounting of it, but that doesn't count as much, plus she knew about it beforehand. I went in to tell her that there were all of these issues with the double stick mount. I would have been happy with a B. I worked hard enough to get a B, but apparently not.
I asked her, after class was out, if I could reprint and remount it and attempt to salvage my grade...and that I didn't understand why I was being counted off all these points. She asked me to come to her office...so I just followed her to her office. All the time I was thinking "oh god, I have ten minutes before my next class upstairs"...but I went anyways. She explained that she thought I didn't put enough work into it and that I was only doing the adjustments she recommended. . . then I was finished. She didn't see the dozens of posters I created beforehand that I didn't like. But after she explained all of this, I thanked her, smiled, and left.
Or tried to leave. Just before I got out the door, she called my name and I went back inside. This is when she told me I had an attitude problem. This is where she told me I was snotty and a snob. I don't understand what this had to do with anything, but apparently she felt the need to tell me that I'm nobby and I won't get anywhere in life. Yes, I'm not going anywhere in life.
All of this within a ten minute break between classes. All of this at once. I don't mean to sound snotty, but apparently it's because I ask questions and underhand comments that offend her...that I've never said in my life.
I was good though. I was very good and didn't scream. I didn't let her see me cry. It wasn't until about thirty minutes into my next class and I finally just got up and left. I came back to my apartment...called my mom to tell her about it...and cried.
I mean...I just got told I'm going nowhere in life.
· Thu Nov 29, 2007 @ 10:18pm · 1 Comments