Well, its official. My sleep schedule is waaaay out of whack. Here it is, almost 6 in the morning and I'm not tired because I slept from 7-12. Oh well.
Talked to Chris tonight online. He said he was bored, I said I was bored, and asked if he wanted to do something. Suddenly he had plans with a friend and couldn't do anything. He told me to call him back in a couple hours, but as you can see, I slept from 7-12, thus no callage occured.
And I finally got a look at my grades. About what I expected. A little better in a couple cases. But there happens to be a big, glaring "F" for my Wold Civilizations grade. Yes, I managed to flunk the class my second time taking it? How, you ask? Well, that's a very good question, because I should NOT have flunked that class. I can not think of a legitimate reason why I should've gotten anything less than a C in that class. I took all the tests, I did all the assignments. So how could I go from an obvious C+/B to an F? Well, I recall a conversation I had with the professor about halfway through the semester. I had accumulated 4 of the 5 allowed absences. After 5 absences, you auto-matically fail the course. I recieved a notice saying that I had missed almost enough classes to auto-fail. So I went to talk to the professor, explaining that I had legitimate reasons for missing those class periods. He said it was ok, and that I shouldn't worry about it as I had been doing so much better this year as far as attendence. Well, I took that to mean that those absences had been excused. So, later in the semester, as I'm frantically trying to pull everything together, I missed a few more classes. Hey, I had the other ones excused, so there shouldn't have been any problem. But nevertheless, I failed the course. Again. Which means that I don't get credit for it, which means there is a HUGE chance that I will not be graduating in May. Afterall, I'm already taking more than max credit hours next semester to graduate and I don't have a clue how I would fit in ANOTHER 3 credit hours. Thus, I am fucked over, and I would sure as hell like to know why. Hell, if he KNEW he wasn't goint to excuse the absences, why did he tell me not to worry about them? Why didn't he say, hey, you've missed more classes than you're allowed, so no matter what you do, you can't pass the class. That would've saved me a lot of fucking time if I knew that I didn't have to study for that fucking final, or do that fucking research paper. Goddamn, how fucking absurd.
And what the fuck is the deal with an auto-fail clause in the syllabus anyway? If a student gets their work done, and is learning, and is GETTING A PASSING GRADE, why the fuck should they fail just because they miss a few classes? It just doesn't make logical sense to me. You do the work, you learn the material, you get the grade. Its not like any inclass work is graded other than tests and quizzes, and I DID all those. Sure, students should be encouraged to attend class. Sure, grade them on attendence. Sure, reward the students that come to class all the time. But by no means should a student automatically fail because they missed one too many classes. It's just absurd.
I could go on bitching, but I should probably stop. Yes, I missed the classes. Yes, I knew about the absence policy. I should've gone to class. I really should have, but when he told me not to worry about it, I thought that everything was ok'd. If he had said, ok, good to know, just don't miss anymore, that would have been different. But he said, oh, ok, don't worry about the absences. I realize part of this is my fault. But I also think that just as much is due to miscommunication on his part. It just doesn't seem fair to me at all. Hold a student back for a year, force him to pay hundreds of dollars in tuition just over a couple stupid days he was exhausted and wanted a couple extra hours of sleep.
So now I have to get this cleared up or I can forget about grad school. Dad is on my case to talk to the professor, but I don't know what to say other than, "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU FLUNK ME!?!?!?!!?", which won't accomplish a damn thing.
