It's been a while since I've written, I know. Hit a dry spell then needed to gather a few new experiences, harvesting material, my cup now seems to be runnething over. Where to start?
Yesterday morning I received an email from our campus director, she needed me to call her. I knew it must have something to do with the drama going on between my professor (who happens to be the head of the Human Services department)and me. I was having a rough morning. I realized the day before that we had an exam in 2 days on material I had not read. There were a few more early morning frustrations including a car wreck, a dirty dog and an unnecessary trip to town to return the wrong video; which means for nothing.
I pulled up class documents from aforementioned professor in order to prepare for the exam. I want to mention something about this professor first. She seems like a highly evolved, open and gentle person. She isn't. I don't think. Last semester she gave us an assignment to interview someone in a career. I interviewed our Swiss born librarian. I think it was a complete interview and with my bent for writing things well, I thought it was pretty good. I edited the interview and cut out the errs and umms, but I left Marion's responses verbatim. It was an interview. Our professor tore the Librarians grammar to pieces and I barely received a passing grade on the assignment. Apparently she wanted something beyond realism and content, something to suit a technical English course.
That said, back to the course notes.
I opened a two page piece on African Americans posted by our professor. I was correcting the numerous spelling errors on the page and then I started to get a little bit miffed by the irony of what I was doing. This Human Services professor, teaching courses in career development and interpersonal and cross cultural counseling who is such a stickler for technical English can't even use a spell checker on educational materials provided to her students. Here are a few examples of the errors I found: "spitual therapy, wester psychology, spirurrally(?)." There were several more.
With a smirk on my face and a giggle in my internal voice, I shot off a quick email to the Profo. I told her that I thought it was a slap in the face (perhaps I should have chosen a better term)to read course documents approved by her so full of grammatical errors when she holds her students to a much higher standard.
She didn't like that.
She shot back an email that she could not believe that I could be so rude to a professor and that she was not required to give us notes and if I didn't like them, I could delete them.
I didn't like that.
I sent back a response and apologized for sounding rude and that I meant no disrespect but some people may think there is such a thing as wester psychology and that I thought she was being rude to me in her response. Oh, I also told her if she didn't like my errors on my papers, she could ignore them.
Needless to say, some people have a very hard time admitting they may have made a mistake.
Pointing out to an Egoist Professor her mistakes, was a huge mistake, and for this I am truly sorry.