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May. 13th, 2009 05:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tarod45Only Wednesday, and already this has been a week to remember.
My step-mother showed up on Sunday. She'd missed coming out with my dad last weekend for my birthday, and (ostensibly) wanted to make it up to me by coming this weekend. I honestly haven't a clue why she actually came. She and I are not on that good of terms: I mean, we like each other well enough, but we don't have much in common, and tend to get on each other's nerves after a day or two. Sure enough, it was two days of awkwardness, annoyance, and emotional blackmail. And then, of course, I had class on Monday. Which she knew. I told her, going in, that I would have to go to class Monday night, that she'd be on her own on campus for about an hour, and then I'd leave early so we could go to dinner. She tried to blackmail me into not cutting early ("we're all so worried about you, Sam"). And then it comes time for me to actually leave for class, and it's like we'd never had that conversation, like she'd never thought that I was serious about going to class at all. I just wish I knew what the whole thing was about -- neither of us had a particularly good time, and she had to know that was going to be the case. I have a sneaking suspicion that she may actually have been on a spying mission from my father. *sigh* My family relationships used to be so simple.
And of course step-mom's visit came right in the middle of my on-going school drama. I still don't have the grade back from that class. My adviser and I have determined that it really doesn't matter what I made in it, though: it wasn't good, and I need to replace its grade with a B or better. So I'm retaking Managerial. It looked for a little while today like I wouldn't be allowed to stay in Intermediate, but my adviser was able to clear it. So, thank god, that's taken care of. For the record, though, I could kill my Cost professor for putting me through this. Yes, he's been in a bad way, health-wise. I sympathize. I do. But he should have turned grading over to someone else. Not only did he not do so, he refused a "suggestion" from the dean to do so.
I finally got the chance to talk to the director of the grad program I want to apply to. It was a somewhat disheartening conversation. I am, at best, a mediocre candidate. Apparently, if I can get out of Managerial (take 2) and Intermediate with at least B+'s, I have a very good shot. It's all just a bit of a blow to my pride. School has always been something I do really well in, with little or no effort. When I applied to grad school the last time, there was never any question that I'd be accepted, and, indeed, the two schools I applied to competed for me. Now, I'm a mediocre choice who may only just be able to squeak in. It's a bit of a come down.
My step-mother showed up on Sunday. She'd missed coming out with my dad last weekend for my birthday, and (ostensibly) wanted to make it up to me by coming this weekend. I honestly haven't a clue why she actually came. She and I are not on that good of terms: I mean, we like each other well enough, but we don't have much in common, and tend to get on each other's nerves after a day or two. Sure enough, it was two days of awkwardness, annoyance, and emotional blackmail. And then, of course, I had class on Monday. Which she knew. I told her, going in, that I would have to go to class Monday night, that she'd be on her own on campus for about an hour, and then I'd leave early so we could go to dinner. She tried to blackmail me into not cutting early ("we're all so worried about you, Sam"). And then it comes time for me to actually leave for class, and it's like we'd never had that conversation, like she'd never thought that I was serious about going to class at all. I just wish I knew what the whole thing was about -- neither of us had a particularly good time, and she had to know that was going to be the case. I have a sneaking suspicion that she may actually have been on a spying mission from my father. *sigh* My family relationships used to be so simple.
And of course step-mom's visit came right in the middle of my on-going school drama. I still don't have the grade back from that class. My adviser and I have determined that it really doesn't matter what I made in it, though: it wasn't good, and I need to replace its grade with a B or better. So I'm retaking Managerial. It looked for a little while today like I wouldn't be allowed to stay in Intermediate, but my adviser was able to clear it. So, thank god, that's taken care of. For the record, though, I could kill my Cost professor for putting me through this. Yes, he's been in a bad way, health-wise. I sympathize. I do. But he should have turned grading over to someone else. Not only did he not do so, he refused a "suggestion" from the dean to do so.
I finally got the chance to talk to the director of the grad program I want to apply to. It was a somewhat disheartening conversation. I am, at best, a mediocre candidate. Apparently, if I can get out of Managerial (take 2) and Intermediate with at least B+'s, I have a very good shot. It's all just a bit of a blow to my pride. School has always been something I do really well in, with little or no effort. When I applied to grad school the last time, there was never any question that I'd be accepted, and, indeed, the two schools I applied to competed for me. Now, I'm a mediocre choice who may only just be able to squeak in. It's a bit of a come down.
