Good
morning! In the document that I type these things into before I post them, I am
on page 90; only ten to go. Considering that the first day was January 30, I
think I’ll finish in less than six months.
Last
night I went to pick Cedric up from scouts and thought I’d get a head start on
today’s blog post but couldn’t remember what it was I wanted to write about. I
thought I’d start anyway and see if the memory muscle didn’t begin some
connections. It did.
Joanna
registered for two summer classes: biology and a children’s literature class.
The literature class isn’t bad; classes aren’t exhorbitantly long and there is
homework but not so much that it’s impossible to get it done on time. The
biology class was 15 hours of in-class time and the instructor fully expected
students to spend twice that much on homework and studying. Using her rule of 2
for 1 (hours of homework for hours in class), the literature class should take
21 hours each week (14 to 7).
Add to
that 40 hours of working each week and eight hours of sleeping each day, and
you have something that looks like this:
sleeping 56 hours
working 40 hours
biology 45 hours
literature 21 hours
total 162 hours
total
hours in a week 168
hours
broken down above - 162
6
Six
hours left for the entire week for eating, showering, travel, etc. A bit
unrealistic, I think.
Joanna
didn’t think she’d be able to complete the class and get a good grade so she decided to drop it. However, the last
day to drop a class for a full refund was the second day of classes which was last Tuesday (the 3rd).
The last day to drop for a partial refund was something like the 4th
or 5th day of classes. Due to this unfortunate state of affairs, she
thought she’d give it a go anyway. Until Sunday night/Monday morning anyway.
After
asking me to do a lab report for her, well, helping a LOT, anyway, and doing some
homework far too late, she decided to drop the class and asked my opinion. I
said a good grade later and sanity now were worth the price she would have to
pay.
Soooooo,
she went to the Mount to drop it and whomever she spoke to gave her some terrible
advice: stay in the class until the teacher drops her. Sure, she’d get an F and
sure, she’d be on academic probation, but she wouldn’t have to pay anything
right then and when she retakes the class, the better grade would replace the
F. Are you kidding me? That is absolutely the worst academic advice I have ever
heard. I have a hard time believing this woman is getting paid to give students
such awful advice and surely she must be working, as opposed to volunteering,
for the college.
I am
curious to see how much space this takes typed up. I filled three pages (about
five by eight inches. Right now it’s getting late and dark and I’m going to go
collect Cedric because it’s also incredibly buggy.
Yesterday
I had an IEP meeting for Seth at Hubbardston Center School. I got there two
minutes early and was told to wait and they’d come down to get me. So I sat and
I waited. And waited. And waited. My phone vibrated but I didn’t recognize the
number so I didn’t answer. I did listen to the voicemail that was left. It was
Kim Wyszynski telling me that Seth’s IEP meeting was scheduled for 10:15 and it
was now whatever time it was when they called. I didn’t even listen to the
whole thing but did say, “Is it okay if I just go up? They just called to find
out where I am.” And I went up. I’d been waiting for 12 minutes at that point
and was, quite honestly, beginning to be somewhat annoyed because we’ve had to
wait to start the meetings before, but not because I was late. I do have some
thoughts about what was discussed in the meeting and from the papers I brought
home with me but I do not have time to expound right now as I need to leave at
8:30.
Therefore,
have a wonderful day and I may get back to you today but might not until
tomorrow because my whole day is rather full and busy.
By the
way, I hate sunscreen and bugspray. They make me sneeze, produce copious
amounts of mucous and make my eyes water.
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