It’s probably no surprise that I hate photography and my photography teacher at this point, but now, I hate them more than ever.
This morning was the day we were supposed to present out final projects. When I got to class along with some other people at our original time (10:30 AM), we were unfortunate to be met with a lowered grade because we came in late. A lot of us were confused, because we came in when class started. But according to our teacher, we were supposed to abide by the Final Exam Schedule and come in at 9:45 AM. Only a few people got this memo, while the rest of us did not!
There was nowhere in the final project instructions that we were supposed to come in at 9:45 AM, and he did not tell us before the project was due that we were supposed to come in at 9:45 AM. We told him about this, and he said that he’s “not supposed to be our fucking parent and hold our hand through everything that takes place.” (ßhis actual words).
I pointed out that the exam schedule said that the time slot was from 9:45AM to 11:45AM. Technically, we should still be given full credit for our projects because we all came in at 10:30AM. He was reluctant to let this slide, and he wasn’t going to allow us to present either. He told us that we were lazy and not following directions, but how the hell are we supposed to follow instructions that more than half the class didn’t receive?!
The people in my class and I were flustered about this, saying that his instructions weren't clear. One student said that he was reporting this to the dean, and the teacher took it as a threat, saying "You're threatening me?! You're threatening to report me to the dean to give you a higher grade?!"
So I called my mother while I was coming home and told her what happened. She sounded appalled, and said I should report this to the dean or whoever was in charge. So I went back to the university, and I asked a woman at the front desk that I wanted to file a complaint about what happened in my class. The person I was supposed to talk to wasn’t in their office today, so the lady gave me their contact information. As soon as I got home, I was just about to file my complaint with the Associate Director, and then I got this email from my Photography teacher:
“There seemed to be some confusion this morning when class started. Under GMU Spring Final Schedule 2016 class started at 9:45, but it seems that most had a different impression when class started. To save myself from BS drama you guys get a pass.”
Oh. My. God.
This guy’s got a lot of fucking nerve. He probably knew that people were going to complain about this, and decided to make up for it by sparing us. I was tempted to file the complaint anyway, but my mother and I figured, what’s done is done.
In conclusion for this semester: This semester was a clusterfuck of bad instruction with terrible feedback methods. My Editorial teacher didn’t give us graded feedback. He gave us vague message telling us whether or not our assignments looked good enough, so we didn't know how we were actually doing in the class. So everyone had to put all their energy into their magazines and pray that we did a good enough job to get a good grade. My Photography teacher didn’t give us our grades for our projects until about a month or two after we submitted them, so we didn’t get a clear idea of how we were doing. Not to mention, he hardly taught us anything at all. Most of what I learned came from online articles and tutorials. This has never happened to me with my past teachers. When we turned in our projects, we got feedback on them within at least a week, and the teachers actually knew how to teach. This was not the case this semester though. I dunno if this is because of me having male teachers or if those teachers were just shitty in general, but I did not enjoy this semester at all.
I need to eat.