It’s been a while since I poked my head around here. Looks like business is picking up. Regular writers… that’s great news for all. I’ve been pretty busy with school and such and I’ve just started my TV diet again. Basically, I just can’t watch any until I feel things are cooling off at school.
It’s upon those lines that I wish to comment. As a senior graduating in December, I foolishly signed up for five upper division classes. These aren’t necessarily harder, they just expect longer papers and more reading.
One class in particular sounded fun and interesting. It’s called Media, Technology, and Writing. So far it seems to be a LOT of busy work and haphhazard lechtures. We, the five students in the class, read 100-150 pages a week, then write a couple of pages about what we read or possibly give a short presentation about it.
That isn’t bad. In fact, it’s what I expected.
The problem is that the teacher is a total flake. He routinely gives assignments that he forgets about the following week, or even worse, imagines that he gave an assignment that he really didn’t. We were supposed to give presentations about what we read one week, and once we were back in class it turned into a paper. Two people happened to have written their presentations out, and the rest of us got whined at for five minutes before moving on. He won’t dock points or anything. He just whines.
Most grevious, in my eight-year-college-veteran expert opinion, is that he makes drastic changes to the syllabus every week. In essence, there is no syllabus; instead, there are a couple of rough ideas, cobbled together, scribbled on the chalk board, and randomly shuffled each week depending on how the stars are aligned. Assignments are whimsically rearranged, created, cancelled, or expanded every week—often in the last forty-five seconds of class.
I can accept skewed philosophies, high expectations, or monotoned lechtures with no participation.
But I despise chaos; I am not prepared to accept total ambiguity.
I guess my real problem is that this guy is expecting us to put a significant investment into this class. I don’t feel that our investment is seeing any return from his end. The class is like a three-hour study group where the worst participant is giving me the grade.
I only needed twelve credits to graduate this semester, but I took fifteen so that I could challenge myself. It turns out it is a challenge, but one focused on my sanity more than anything else.