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Bad, bad day
Dec. 16th, 2002 08:30 pmI had my English exam today, and my interview for Production Practicum I. Both didn't go too well, and the PP interview actually went awful.
For the exam I had to write on one of three essays - two that were way out in outer space and horribly overwritten, and one that was so boring I could barely make it all the way through. (That last was Canadian y'know. I'm so proud of the writers in my country. Never sell out to the U.S. or become the slightest bit entertaining, not one in the whole lot. I feel patriotic, I say.)
The PP interview...
...it turns out I got a C for my practicum. A C. A motherf*cking C.
And I thought that would be one of my best grades.
( The verdict )
I barely made it out of there without crying. I fucking hate Robyn and Doug. I can't decide whether I should let it go or snap off an angry letter telling them (civilly) that their assessment is completely fucked up, and why.
I think I'll talk to Andrea first. If she agrees with them, I'll give the whole thing some serious consideration. But the whole interview, I kept wanting to cry FOUL! UNTRUE! I hope my own assessment of myself isn't that bloody far off. I suppose I should have said something then, but I was too close to tears, and I never. cry. in. front. of. teachers. ever. Then I got mad for a while, but now I'm back to feeling sad, and that's worse. Maybe, I keep thinking, Richard's right about me. Maybe I should say screw tech and become a full-time writer. But I've already put more than $3000 into this.
I dunno, I feel a bit like I might sound like I'm making excuses for myself, but they feel valid to me. *shrug*
For the exam I had to write on one of three essays - two that were way out in outer space and horribly overwritten, and one that was so boring I could barely make it all the way through. (That last was Canadian y'know. I'm so proud of the writers in my country. Never sell out to the U.S. or become the slightest bit entertaining, not one in the whole lot. I feel patriotic, I say.)
The PP interview...
...it turns out I got a C for my practicum. A C. A motherf*cking C.
And I thought that would be one of my best grades.
( The verdict )
I barely made it out of there without crying. I fucking hate Robyn and Doug. I can't decide whether I should let it go or snap off an angry letter telling them (civilly) that their assessment is completely fucked up, and why.
I think I'll talk to Andrea first. If she agrees with them, I'll give the whole thing some serious consideration. But the whole interview, I kept wanting to cry FOUL! UNTRUE! I hope my own assessment of myself isn't that bloody far off. I suppose I should have said something then, but I was too close to tears, and I never. cry. in. front. of. teachers. ever. Then I got mad for a while, but now I'm back to feeling sad, and that's worse. Maybe, I keep thinking, Richard's right about me. Maybe I should say screw tech and become a full-time writer. But I've already put more than $3000 into this.
I dunno, I feel a bit like I might sound like I'm making excuses for myself, but they feel valid to me. *shrug*
