Today I was riding Trax in Salt Lake City. I got to the end of the line. A machinated woman's voice came on saying, "This is the end of the line."
Am I the only one who doesn't really like fireworks? What's the appeal? It's like, you seen them once, you seen them all.
I'm going to admit to you that Tim and I were in Salt Lake on the Fourth and hiked (on the wrong de-trailed side) up Ensign Peak where several people were staking out a prime spot for the upcoming display. But instead of staying ourselves, we hiked back down on the side with a trail.
I rode my bike to the drive-up ATM. For an unseasoned biker, this seemed just slightly odd, until another guy on a bike rode up behind me and proceeded to wait.
To get a job, I've decided it is necessary to have friends or family who will get one for you.
Thus, I'm still gainfully unemployed, and still searching. I have enormous amounts of free time, which is super-frustrating after the first four hours or so, but if you want to know what I've been doing with it (at least today), see my married-person blog, "This One's Still Kicking" (The name belongs to Tim).
Dear readers,
I'm a little bit miffed here.
After going to talk to my professor and e-mailing her repeatedly, she finally said she would submit a grade change for me if I "took responsibility" and wrote a letter of explanation. I did so. After continuing to bug her, she finally submitted the grade change, which was finally processed.
She changed my grade from a D+ to a C- (even though she said it would bring my grade to a solid C, not teetering on the edge of D-dom), which I don't really find satisfactory. Nor does it make any sense.
Still the worst grade I've ever received. But I'm not dealing with this lady anymore.
Thanks to this post by Sam, I was reminded of a blog-worthy event (blog-worthy events feel rarer to me these days):
I was in church about a week ago and a lady's cell phone started ringing during the lesson in Relief Society. Very loudly. As if that didn't draw the attention to her enough, she pulled the cell phone out of her bosom.
She was also wearing platform white sneakers. I'm glad that her cell phone rang so that I could note her awesome shoes.
I'm sorry, but it felt so good to write and submit this student rating. Too bad there are a couple of mistakes in it. . . I was feeling harried when I wrote it, I guess. I have really disliked this class this semester:
Ten percent of the grade is based on class attendance, yet the roll was kept on a legal pad and seemed to be passed around inconsistently. She didn't seem to care or notice when people were there, even though the class was small. She definitely had favorite students, and made it clear by the way she responded to student comments in class. She did not use any methods of involving the entire class in discussions, yet based the entire judgment of the student on whether they were vocal in class and whether they said things that she deemed intelligent. When she asked questions, she did not wait for students to answer them, but simply spoon-fed the answer and continued her lecture. There was no measurements for progress: no assignments given, no feedback. The only feedback given was during in-class presentations, when she openly criticized students during their presentations, embarrassing everyone. It would be much more effective if she gave a written response and grade on the presentations, if she provided criteria. There were very limited criteria on the final paper project as well and she did not indicate when feedback would be given even though the grade is basically determined by this paper. She did not give quizzes on assigned readings. Assignments for discussion classes were not graded or turned in. There was no measures in the course to evaluate progress. She was very disorganized and did not seem to care about whether certain students did well or not. The readings that were assigned were extremely outdated and not representative of the available literature in language and gender studies. She openly criticized She is a smart woman, but a poor professor. If she takes more accountability for the class, maybe the students will take more accountability too.
Amanda, my name, is of Latin origin and means "fit to be loved, lovable."
I have always been uncomfortable with appellation. Get the hint?
P.S. I understand the pathetic vulnerability of this post.
