Okay, so here I am (yes even as we
speak) in class. This is the class
I was most looking forward to, and it is the class I hate. The teacher is (I think) or Arabic origin
and has a thick accent. He is
difficult to understand and is often vague. He yells a bit and makes us, okay me, not want to answer at
all. When I have answered, and I
know I am right, he says something slightly different to make me wrong. He then wonders why students do not want
to sit up front.
He
also gets the theory wrong. A lot. But not enough to say anything and not
enough to do anything but set my teeth on edge. There is some sort of language disconnect that does not
allow for anyone else to be right, or give an answer that he does not expect.
It
sucks.
Luckily,
the book rocks. And the projects
rock. I have learned more from
writing my midterm than I have in the entire seven weeks of class, so far.
That’s
cool. And makes me feel like I am
moving forward.
I
had forgotten how much it sucked to have a teacher that you don’t enjoy. Welcome to graduate school.
Sigh.
The
other part is that I am learning how much I just don’t know. I am also learning
how to work with all sorts of different people. I am lucky. Most
of the folks in my program are very nice.
And it startles me when one of them friends me on Facebook or wants to
connect on linked in, and I actually have to go and look up who they are. I am at a disadvantage. I was called out a couple of times at
the beginning of the class as the one with the Doctorate. That is how people know me, the one
with a Ph.D. Oh excellent. No pressure. And no way to fuck up.
And I am gonna’, especially in this class where I cannot seem to find the
right language.
I
feel like my face is painted green and my lips are blue.
And
then I remember there are so many people in this program who are so much better
at so many things than I am. I am
learning form them all the time. I
am grateful for the girl in my group who does this for a living. I learn every class from her. And the guy
who used to be a rockstar in the HR world. He told me that seeing so many
degrees would lead him to think I was indecisive. Wow. Good to
know.
I
am once again in a world where I am not the brightest person in the room. It feels pretty good. There is so much pressure in being the
one who is supposed to be the most knowledgeable. I am expected to be the one who solves conflicts, the last
word in any discussion, the test giver, the Power. I am soooooo not in this
world. I get to learn too.
I
like it here.
