VD and other crap

happy VD! that pretty much sums up how i feel about valentine's day (i.e. VD = venereal disease - do i have to spell it out for you?)

my heart is a slow-burning pit of anger at the moment, i had yet ANOTHER run-in with a professor today. honestly, most of the teachers here all seem to have a giant and extremely sour pickle stuck up their butt, rendering them completely incapable of being remotely nice and/or helpful; instead they are rude, condescending, and would generally rather be picking their nose or gouging their own eye out with a dull and rusty spoon, than helping out a first-year student.

i won't go into details of the actual run-in, but afterwards i went to see the course director to give him a piece of my mind. this particular course director (we have a different one for each term) is really, really nice; he truly is a diamond amongst the many lumps of coal. he's always been very patient and heard me out while i ranted and raved; at the end of it he said he'd make a note of it and when the time was right he would bring it up. i understand it's hard for him to enact change in people when they don't want to change and think they are right, especially as these professors are his own colleagues, but it just made me feel better knowing there was someone who listened. anyhoo, my lab partner has a class at the moment but she's going to speak to the course director as well, as she needs to rant as much as i do! we will see what will become of this...

much love (and simmering anger) from across the pond...

CET