So to officially announce myself to the world of blogging I just wanna say what's up, how is life treating you? Good I hope. What better way to start this out than with a recap of my week thus far.
So today I had my hopes and dreams deturred by no one other than my own professor, who for all intensive purposes will remain nameless. Professor Ritchie of the SJGC at Florida A&M University. So he moderated a class for an internship opprotunity that I dilligently attented and I took the required test in hopes of getting admitted to the program which starts in Dec. After the test he says that we also have to fill out an application but since he cannot remember where it is online he will email the link out and we could complete it online. Great. Until i realize that 2 weeks have gone by and still no email. So after a hectic weekend at my new job I waltz into his office today to hand in an unrelated assignment. At this time he ask me if I got his email which I havent because I have been at work. But no big deal I can go fill it out when I leave his office. Ritchie then asks me what day it is.... wtf I think to myself. "It's the 3rd" All of a sudden he make a face like he smells something foul and tells me that the deadline for the applicaitons was yesterday. Now I distinctly remember him telling me and my fellow classmates in passing that there was a Nov. 2nd deadline but that it was for the test to be submitted, which has nothing to do with me b/c he submits the test.
As I feel my temperature rising and my voice climb a couple octaves I asked him when he sent the email out b/c as of Friday my inbox was empty. And in true Ritchie style he doesn't remember. So I look into my inbox and there it sits and guess what day and time he sent it. No really take a moment and humor me with and educated guess, try hard. I'll wait....... SATURDAY MORNING AT 1:23 AM.
First and foremost what are you doing up at booty call hours b/c I know exactly what I was doing and it wasnt school related. Secondly, how could you think it was acceptable to send us something 2 days before a due date that only you and God knew about and expect anyone to meet the deadline. The worst part is that he was authentically shocked when I had no F-word-ing clue he sent the email and even worst that there was a due date.
Jesus take the wheel, I worked so hard on that test and for it to come down to a professor, a person's salary my tuition pays, to drop the ball. I'm out for blood.
Now dont get me wrong I enjoy FAMU but damn is there any part of this school that runs smooth other than fried chicken Wednesdays at the Cafe. And why is it that the only lessons I have learned since my enrollment here is patience for mediocrity and to act like it's not big issue when other people drop the ball. And in my case sorry does not cut it. I can't submit my late application and in the space provided put "sorry for the late submission." When other people's mistakes take a toll on my educational experience I have a problem.
Hey I have a great idea if the school wants to find ways to keep money and preserve education here how about they start firing professors and staff members then turn their salaries into scholarships and get rid of the tenure program altogether. All they have to do is make a few examples of the subpar staff, professors and the dinosaursars that know they can't be terminated and I bet my next internship that the rest would fall in line.
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This is an interesting point that you brought up. Professors have to remember that the students that attend this school will eventually be recruited into the professional workforce. What kind of positive feedback do they expect the students to tell these companies when the ball is dropped?
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