I met with my professor today to see what I did wrong on my final from last semester.
He was very kind, sympathetic. He gave me six additional points and apologized for not reading my answers more closely.
He sympathized with my problems at mid-term (with the weird guy who claimed he lived in my apartment previously and resulted in a call to the police and an additional lock being put on my door.) He told me I should have told him about the issue at the time and he would have let me take the test at a later date. However, it is now too late to do anything about that test.
He told me I did very well on all of my papers and they dealt with interesting subjects.
I asked if there was anything I could do to improve my grade; any papers, reports, anything? No, but only because others had asked and he told them no; he couldn't make a concession for me. But, I could tell he wanted to.
He could tell I really studied for the final and that I cared. He hemmed, he pondered, he was searching for other ways to help me.
He told me I could ask for the class to be dropped and I could retake the class in the fall.
I asked if the syllabus would be the same and could I just turn in the same papers?
Laughing, he said, the syllabus would be the same in the fall.
I told him I would not ask for the class/grade to be dropped from my report.
In the end, the six additional points was about all he could do. I knew he wanted, he wished he could do more.
What did those six little points do for my overall GPA: it went from a 2.85 to a 2.9.
What does my GPA need, have, to be? 3.0.
I find that 2.9 REALLY freakin' frustrating and I believe it is laughing, nay, mocking me.
I will be laughing until I cry for the rest of the day.
... if you need me, I will be at the bar.
Or, hiding under a blanket on my bed.
Definitely one of those.
...and perhaps muttering about stupid rules and regulations and why exceptions should be made for really smart and cute people....
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How 'bout ...hiding under a blanket - at the bar??? I'd surely buy a drink for someone dressed like that at a bar!
Bummer 'bout the negative 0.1 on your GPA. :(
...and you?
That's all he could do? What's up with that?
The Professor on Gilligan's Island could do practically ANYTHING, and all he needed were a couple of coconuts.
I saw this movie the other night where this one chick raised her astronomy grade from an 'F' to a 'C' in about five minutes. But that's probably not the route you want to GO DOWN, if you get my drift.
Also later lesbian space aliens showed up and everything went to hell. In the movie that is. They never show up at my house, depsite the large "Welcome Lesbian Space Aliens" Sign I have on the roof.
Oh, and I'd totally buy you a drink or three. So just put it on my tab.
Yep- grad school moments like these call for cocktails (and lots of them). May I also recommend laying around in sweatpants, whining to your friends who didn't go to grad school and bad entertainment t.v.? It got me through law school.
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