Teh Suckz Thread

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Really minor suck compared to everything that's been going on recently...

Uni/Work related. My dissertation supervisor is kind of insisting on a finalised literature review of just about everything related to my actual project - which would be fine, I'll need it eventually (in March...) but he wants it before I start on any lab. training or anything else to do with the project at all... So by the time this gets done I'll be at least a month behind everyone else work wise... (Argh! Why did I pick the Prof. who's so insistent on doing things HIS way??)

I don't know what course you're on, but I can relate to Professors who want a dis done their way! And it does seem a bit early...the day of dissertation presentations for my course (after having all of us get together without tutors present a day prior to go through the presentations so none of us panicked) there were still people floundering about what they wanted to work on. My dissertation supervisor a couple of years ago seemed as though we were burdensome. I think there was a bit of an....mmm....well I wouldn't call it a language barrier (as we all spoke the same language) but there was definitely an intensity barrier - my supervisor was very intense and very hard to veer away from getting things done their way. At one point, a few weeks off from the dis being due, I was basically told that what I was writing was rubbish and I should just start over completely (basically with a new topic as well).

This went along with a year's worth going on the understanding that I would be writing in MLA format versus MHRA/would be using formal American English instead as we had talked about it in Biblio lecture (must for all first year postgraduates at my university) and it had been decided by the entire department that it would be damaging instead of helpful to have the foreign students change formatting for papers...except I was nitpicked for it. (Minor venting, lol)

It's frustrating, I know. Just plow on! If he's insistent to ridiculous degrees and won't budge otherwise then find some decent titles on JSTOR or any other online sources you may have and make a list of "preliminary" works. Even title it just that way so there can be absolutely no misunderstandings if you are put in to the position that you have to present it to him. You can't finalize something that you haven't begun to research. If he wants you to begin a biblio in order to have a starting off point, that's actually great, but you should talk to him and bang home the understanding that it is far too early in your research to have a solid idea pinpointed and you can't have all the literature gathered or gone through at this stage if you haven't finished your training in your field yet.


Ah, tangent. lol. tldr; far too early, definitely!

[Mirrin]

I didn't get an extension on writing a book critique in spite of the viewings and the funeral I have had to attend the past few days and today. So it is 8:40 am and I am rushing to finish a critique on a book that spends half of the time talking about ritual suicide to the point it's making me ill to look over. I've been writing this thing at the funeral home with tear in my eyes.. so goodness only knows that it's going to be terrible. The funeral is at 11 am and I've a page left. I know I can do it, but I am panicking and feeling sick. I'm just trying to look away from it for a minute before I throw up, really.
Worse of all, I just miss my grandfather and feel so bad for my grandmother. She's been so strong through this whole thing. It's terrible that she had to lose such a wonderful man while she was only in her 60s... It's breaking my heart. She told me a story I had never heard before to it's entirety. She said my grandfather told her he'd never heard god speak to him but twice in his life, once while he was cutting down a huge limb from a tree in a park, where he ended up destroying a picnic table. He heard, 'Boy, what do you think your doing.' evidently. The second part I had never heard. He told her he heard, "That's the woman you're going to marry." The first time he saw her. All he could think, as he told my grandmother, was "Oh, gee, look at the nose on her." It's so him to say, he passed that sassyness along to my sister, but I digress. He didn't leave her alone from then on and she couldn't help but fall in love with him.

[KitKat]

I didn't get an extension on writing a book critique in spite of the viewings and the funeral I have had to attend the past few days and today. So it is 8:40 am and I am rushing to finish a critique on a book that spends half of the time talking about ritual suicide to the point it's making me ill to look over. I've been writing this thing at the funeral home with tear in my eyes.. so goodness only knows that it's going to be terrible. The funeral is at 11 am and I've a page left. I know I can do it, but I am panicking and feeling sick. I'm just trying to look away from it for a minute before I throw up, really.
Worse of all, I just miss my grandfather and feel so bad for my grandmother. She's been so strong through this whole thing. It's terrible that she had to lose such a wonderful man while she was only in her 60s... It's breaking my heart. She told me a story I had never heard before to it's entirety. She said my grandfather told her he'd never heard god speak to him but twice in his life, once while he was cutting down a huge limb from a tree in a park, where he ended up destroying a picnic table. He heard, 'Boy, what do you think your doing.' evidently. The second part I had never heard. He told her he heard, "That's the woman you're going to marry." The first time he saw her. All he could think, as he told my grandmother, was "Oh, gee, look at the nose on her." It's so him to say, he passed that sassyness along to my sister, but I digress. He didn't leave her alone from then on and she couldn't help but fall in love with him.

Wow...your Grandfather was one hell of a man. That is an amazimg story. You should be writing that down instead of that critique. When my father died I was just starting my final semester in college. I was student teaching and I had to gather my materials before going into the classroom. Need less to say my materials sucked and I had nothing done. I wrote to my supervisor and she understood, but my mentor teacher could have cared less. She said I was unprepared and lacked the classroom knowledge that I needed to be a teacher. HELLO, I was a student teacher for a reason!! I had NO classroom experience, that is what student teaching is for. The rest of the semester was down hill from there with her. I don't use her has a reference...ever.

[knittnkitten]

man, now I feel bad that I never really felt sad about any of my grandparents dying. it was always more of a relief that all the drama and stress was over.
then again, most people prolly didn't have legitimately insane grandparents.

[Kirahfaye]

Marie, I felt very little grief about my DNA father dying. I think my description says it all. He was an abusive alcoholic who put my mother in the hospital 4 times. Eventually I was able to forgive him (after his death), but the old adage of never forgetting really is true. I have no feelings for him at all. And I think God completely understands.

[BadCandy]

I've been on the road soo much lately. havent had time for the forum, or anything really.

[zirconmermaid]

Oh hi, depression, good to see you again. No, go right ahead and make yourself at home, I love it when you come to visit.

But yeah, I promised to have all of grandma's recipes scanned and organized by the memorial (which is next week. I still have another half box to go before I can even start organizing. Yeah...) and two tests for math due Tuesday, AND a research proposal due Monday which is fun because the school isn't even open to DO any research for said proposal.

Eat. Try to get some sleep. You are not alone, you have friends here too.

[Jany]

Crappy year, crappy day. Didn't get a job I was hoping for, mother dearest (as usual) did her know-it-all routine which led to a fight, two pieces of the pattern I need for a commission I'm working on are gone, and on top of it all the boy's got a bitchy fit. All I need now is for the dishwasher to explode or something

[Mirrin]

I didn't get an extension on writing a book critique in spite of the viewings and the funeral I have had to attend the past few days and today. So it is 8:40 am and I am rushing to finish a critique on a book that spends half of the time talking about ritual suicide to the point it's making me ill to look over. I've been writing this thing at the funeral home with tear in my eyes.. so goodness only knows that it's going to be terrible. The funeral is at 11 am and I've a page left. I know I can do it, but I am panicking and feeling sick. I'm just trying to look away from it for a minute before I throw up, really.
Worse of all, I just miss my grandfather and feel so bad for my grandmother. She's been so strong through this whole thing. It's terrible that she had to lose such a wonderful man while she was only in her 60s... It's breaking my heart. She told me a story I had never heard before to it's entirety. She said my grandfather told her he'd never heard god speak to him but twice in his life, once while he was cutting down a huge limb from a tree in a park, where he ended up destroying a picnic table. He heard, 'Boy, what do you think your doing.' evidently. The second part I had never heard. He told her he heard, "That's the woman you're going to marry." The first time he saw her. All he could think, as he told my grandmother, was "Oh, gee, look at the nose on her." It's so him to say, he passed that sassyness along to my sister, but I digress. He didn't leave her alone from then on and she couldn't help but fall in love with him.

Wow...your Grandfather was one hell of a man. That is an amazimg story. You should be writing that down instead of that critique. When my father died I was just starting my final semester in college. I was student teaching and I had to gather my materials before going into the classroom. Need less to say my materials sucked and I had nothing done. I wrote to my supervisor and she understood, but my mentor teacher could have cared less. She said I was unprepared and lacked the classroom knowledge that I needed to be a teacher. HELLO, I was a student teacher for a reason!! I had NO classroom experience, that is what student teaching is for. The rest of the semester was down hill from there with her. I don't use her has a reference...ever.

Don't worry, I'm never going to forget that story. It's one of the sweetest things I ever heard.

I'm thankful that class isn't part of my major. I've a feeling he'll grade me harshly as ever in spite of the situation.

[KitKat]

I didn't get an extension on writing a book critique in spite of the viewings and the funeral I have had to attend the past few days and today. So it is 8:40 am and I am rushing to finish a critique on a book that spends half of the time talking about ritual suicide to the point it's making me ill to look over. I've been writing this thing at the funeral home with tear in my eyes.. so goodness only knows that it's going to be terrible. The funeral is at 11 am and I've a page left. I know I can do it, but I am panicking and feeling sick. I'm just trying to look away from it for a minute before I throw up, really.
Worse of all, I just miss my grandfather and feel so bad for my grandmother. She's been so strong through this whole thing. It's terrible that she had to lose such a wonderful man while she was only in her 60s... It's breaking my heart. She told me a story I had never heard before to it's entirety. She said my grandfather told her he'd never heard god speak to him but twice in his life, once while he was cutting down a huge limb from a tree in a park, where he ended up destroying a picnic table. He heard, 'Boy, what do you think your doing.' evidently. The second part I had never heard. He told her he heard, "That's the woman you're going to marry." The first time he saw her. All he could think, as he told my grandmother, was "Oh, gee, look at the nose on her." It's so him to say, he passed that sassyness along to my sister, but I digress. He didn't leave her alone from then on and she couldn't help but fall in love with him.

Wow...your Grandfather was one hell of a man. That is an amazimg story. You should be writing that down instead of that critique. When my father died I was just starting my final semester in college. I was student teaching and I had to gather my materials before going into the classroom. Need less to say my materials sucked and I had nothing done. I wrote to my supervisor and she understood, but my mentor teacher could have cared less. She said I was unprepared and lacked the classroom knowledge that I needed to be a teacher. HELLO, I was a student teacher for a reason!! I had NO classroom experience, that is what student teaching is for. The rest of the semester was down hill from there with her. I don't use her has a reference...ever.

Don't worry, I'm never going to forget that story. It's one of the sweetest things I ever heard.

I'm thankful that class isn't part of my major. I've a feeling he'll grade me harshly as ever in spite of the situation.

You know...if you really need to, you can go above his head. MANY colleges have rules in place for deaths in the family and if professors don't follow them they get into trouble. Find out who his boss is, usually the head chair of his department, and report him. It does help...I've had to do it a couple of times in college. Don't let this idiot ruin your grade.