Thursday, September 06, 2001

Thu
6
Sep
2001

I’m Sorry, I Cry When I’m Pissed Off

I got into it with the networking teacher today. Man, that guy is either delusional or a liar. I don't know which. Either way, I'm pissed, I still am not learning squat and more than ever I want out of that place. He and I were in the office of the person in charge of staff (I don't know her title). He claims we're learning stuff and the problems the class is having is a result of broken/insufficient hardware. Bulls**t. The Win2K lab was up and running on the first day and nothing was wrong with it until he started playing with it. Our class is down to three people. Anyway, I hate meeting with administrators. I hate those conflict management techniques they all use. I can see through them and they make me even more angry. Their solutions to everything is offer me more classes. I don't want more classes. Why would I keep putting myself through this torture? I'm tired of promises that things will change, just give them a chance. So, she tells us to get back to class and try to make the most of the next two weeks. What does he do? He hides out in the bathroom, takes a smoke break, calls another school on his cell to inquire about open instructor positions, then claims he's going to work on a lesson plan for Monday. So, did we learn anything today? NO. The head of staff lady caught up with me after school and asked if we were finally learning something. I told her no. Well, she wants to talk to me on Monday again. Oh, boy. I think the thing I'm still most angry about right now is after class I was talking to some of my friends about what had happened. I told them I got into a "screaming match" with him. He was right around the corner and he comes up to me and says, "I wouldn't call it a screaming match." Well, excuse me, Mr. Eavesdropper. I considered it screaming for me (someone mild-mannered who prefers to sit in the back of a class and take things in and not confront anyone) to raise my voice to a teacher in front of others. I think it was rude of him not only to listen to my conversations, but to butt in as well. As usual, I bawled through the whole thing. He kept saying "Don't cry, it makes you seem weak. Don't cry, you'll get your point across better if you don't seem so upset and angry." Well, guess what? I AM UPSET AND ANGRY!! I WASTED $18,000, I'M TIRED OF THE CRAP AND I'M FRUSTRATED! I'm sorry, I'm emotional, I cry, it happens. Don't you think that if you get a degree in networking you should be able to set up and administer a network? Is that way too much to expect? Am I delusional?