I just finished a meeting for the special programs for entering students thing. That's two hours of my life I won't get back.
Did you know there are things called "rubrics"? Apparently, they're not just for medieval scholars writing in red ink anymore, either. (Seriously Maybe I'm wrong; is there anyone out there with a phud in academics who doesn't know what a rubric is?)
We spent an hour listening to a guy who's never taught in this program talk about teaching in this program. He had ten minutes worth of good stuff and spread it out.
I hope my bike is waiting at home to take me for a ride.
Aieeee....I apologize for my profession.
ReplyDeleteSweet Jesus, that's obscene!
ReplyDeleteThere should be some system of fines, citations and/or corporal punishment for people who insist on wasting others' time so blatantly.
There isn't a grad student in the world who doesn't know what a rubric is, and most of my undergrads know the term too.
ReplyDeleteYeesh. Sorry you had to deal with that crap.
*headdesk*
ReplyDeleteGood news, Victoria! This was a totally "faculty run" thing. There were a couple service side folks, and they were fine. The real problem was faculty folks. :(
ReplyDeleteJ. Harker, That sounds like a GREAT idea. I wish I could institute it.
History Enthusiast, thanks :)
K8, :( I know!
Being stuck in a room and being told things you already know as if you have the intelligence of a Mr. Potato Head . . . shoot me now. "Lost hours" is right.
ReplyDeleteSigh of relief! ;-) Still, sorry you had such a crap day.
ReplyDeleteDid you go for a bike ride?
--Victoria, too sorry to log in
At least no one asked you what sort of fruit you would be if you could be a fruit. That was how *my* favorite pre-school meeting start.
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