The days I've been waiting for are upon me! YAY!
I know it sounds petty, but when I'm in a miserable class, I always look forward to filling out the professor evaluations. No one cares what's written on them, namely because it's a small university and we're probably lucky to have professors willing to work here, but I always feel better about voicing my discontent in an official manner and pretending that my criticism will make a difference.
Actually, in my history class, our prof gave us all a sheet (a single sheet) with defined boxes (no lines inside) to write down what we thought of the faculty and our placements, what could be changed, what could be made better, what's working... Basically, the format of the sheet indicates that whoever wrote it doesn't really give a crap about what we want changed and what we like. We're in teacher's college, we've learned how to write out forms and questions. We know what it means when you give us a single-sided sheet and tiny boxes to handwrite in. I have to admit, my petulant, inner five year old self escaped. I filled in the boxes, drew an arrow in the margin and filled up the whole back of the sheet. I may or may not have accused the faculty of enforcing discriminatory practices... twice. I'm always tempted, in a final act of defiance, to sign my name. I never do. That always seems like one step too far. Then again, I probably don't have to make that step. Not many people write like a woman escaped from the nineteenth century. But I felt so much better! God I've hated this year! Not all of it. Maybe 80%. I'm not the only one with issues either. We talked for an hour about this one-sided sheet and if we'd had more time, we would have used it. To his credit, my prof looked appropriately shocked and bothered by some of the things we were telling him. Hopefully he can translate our issues from English to bureaucrat. Perhaps his complaints will be more effective than ours.
As for my professors, I liked both of them. I think they were both really passionate about their subjects, they liked engaging us in discussion, they brought in a variety of resources, their assignments were relevant, they were funny and caring and willing to take extra time to talk to us. I had nothing bad to say about them. I will actually miss going to those classes. Hurray! Teacher's college had two effective, engaging teachers!
My other professors will not be so fortunate. MWAHAHAHAHA! You remember what I said about being a benevolent dictator right? Well that's only if you don't piss me off. And again, I will acknowledge that no one reads the evaluations so my minuscule amount of power is in fact, imaginary. But! Imaginary or no, I still have it. Then again, those profs may consider themselves fortunate. They're probably as anxious to get rid of me as I am to be rid of them. Being in a state of constant frustration apparently inhibits my ability to keep my mouth shut because I was running it pretty loudly all year. So... yeah... no secrets there. To them, I'm kind of an asshole.
Oh Staples, if you could only have commercials for this time of year. This time of year is wonderful, the most wonderful!