Because a Day in the Life Includes Dramatics
01.16.08 I apologize for all of the errors in the first edition of this post. There might have been muscle relaxers involved. The first week of school has been interesting. I woke up at 8am on Tuesday morning, decided I never wanted to get up at 8am again, and dropped my 9:10am class. I now don't have a class before ten. It's absolutely wonderful. Of course, the semester could not start so swimmingly without a little drama.
I found out this evening that my advisor, who is one of only two faculty members (the other will be written about soon) I had entrusted with information about my legal troubles, had spoken about the issue to a colleague of mine. No specifics (because I didn't give HIM any), but enough to change my opinion of him as a professional. The colleague did know a little of my situation, as he and I are good friends (and I'm honest with ::most:: of my friends), but it's possible that Mr. Advisor has told others who may be a little less.. understanding. He also griped that I was "stupid" for my oversight in the paraphernalia issue, and "under the old administration, she would've gotten kicked out of school."
Okay. I don't give a SHIT what the old administration would have done. The old administration - and the new one for that matter - can't do anything because nothing that happened on that day happened on campus. They care what we do while at school. They don't give a robin's tit what we do when we're at home/on the road. Secondly, this man has been the only guy that I could identify with on campus, and he was a strong ally in getting me back on track with school after a long period of personal issues, financial crises, and academic distress. It was quite the "et tu, Brute?" moment for me, and it frustrates me that someone so esteemed by this college could so unprofessional.
I flew into a rage, calmed down after a bit, and wrote him an e-mail. I quit Model UN (all the Russia stress has melted instantly) for this reason, and also because I can't really afford to go to St. Louis right now. All I want to do now is write a damn good Senior Thesis and stick it to him (because he is now The Man, and I will in the future refer to him thusly). I'm going to prove to him that I am not, in fact, stupid. And I'll give him the whole-what-for when graduation comes.
Jerk.
In other, happier news, I have a great new ally.
The second faculty member who knows about my troubling winter break, and pretty much everything else that I've been relatively quiet about for legal reasons, is my new friend and advocate, Nettie. She's is the most mellow, interesting, and wonderful personal counselor in the world. I had trouble waking up for our first morning meeting, but she offered me coffee (and made it perfectly). Usually I'm itching to get out of a therapy session as soon as possible, but we spoke for nearly two hours, setting the tone for what will prove to be a terrific series of therapy sessions. I think they will be very beneficial, and I'm really looking forward to it.
A long, long Wednesday.
Thursday brings more trouble, but
Friday comes softly.
before
after