Vent Box

Finally a place to vent my school/work/family/relationship frustrations. My friends must be shedding tears of joy.

Monday, November 22, 2004

happier places

In case my logs have gotten you down, do as I do, go to a happier blog. Enter Tyler's Wonderful Blog

http://thaugen.blogspot.com/

Tyler, my sunshine on a cloudy day!

it actually made me cry

That's right, school finally did it to me. I haven't cried all semester about it but the day finally came. It's been 2 1/2 weeks since I've heard from my thesis chair. I've sent 4 emails trying to get feedback with no luck. I've tried showing up during office hours only to find out that the person had cancelled their office hours all week. Calling doesn't work either. I've been swallowing it for the last 18 days and I couldn't hold it in anymore. I'm not sure what's going on and I hate playing the victim role but this is just getting out of hand! How the hell am I supposed to graduate in May if I don't even have a date for a proposal hearing? I'm running out of options. I think it's really interesting that our graduate program is set up so only those of us who maintain a 3.5 GPA or better in our core classes are allowed to do the thesis option. This implies that the thesis is for "better" students. However, once on the road of writing a thesis, you're no longer writing what you want to write or even anything scholarly but instead playing a head game with your committee. Why did you need to prove yourself in the core classes if all it was going to do was lead you to perform secretarial duties? You have to learn how to coordinate their schedules, make sure no one's feelings gets hurt, and tip-toe around crucial issues because you don't want to offend anyone in fear that they'll retaliate by stunting your progress. What I still don't understand is how the fates of numerous people is controlled by one individual. You would think something as important as getting a master's would be determined by a panel of faculty members or something. Power in the wrong hands will most definitely result in disasterous effects. I am not a happy camper.

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

First Entry

I am WAY stressed! It's the end-of-the-semester crunch time and I seriously need a drink. I've got two papers to write (which doesn't sound bad but when you have no idea what to write for one of them, it's kinda problematic), thesis hearing preparation, and the biggest stressor, an interview for my first Real job. I got the call Monday night and in exactly 2 weeks I'll be sitting in front of a panel of judges charging questions at me I'll probably have no answers for. As a sociologist you'd think I'd know how to behave in these social situations but no one teaches you these things, the small things people tend to overlook like . . . what to wear, what shoes are appropriate, what to bring, etc. I was told by a friend who's been there done that that I should wear a wedding ring. I'm not even close to being married but he said that it sends the message that I'm stable and a "grown-up". WTF?