Wanted: College, Just Without the "School" Part
An icebox that happened to be 96 degrees Fahrenheit.
The second I jumped out my car, I felt like I had just been bitch-slapped by the Devil himself. Now, trust when I say that I can handle hot weather, but I must admit that I was rather surprised to experience that kind of weather in Syracuse, of all places. It was only two weeks ago when the mercury hit 36 degrees. I mean, sure, during the summer, Syracuse actually does get hot, but definitely not this early on in the season. But whatever, I’d rather take the hot weather than the cold, any day.
There were a number of reasons that factored into my return to Syracuse this week. For one, I needed to look over my once-beloved (as in, it used to look like a home, not a Katrina disaster site) apartment, pick up any remaining belongings, and hand in my keys. Next, I came to finish off some photography work that I did not finish during the semester. Long story short, basically, the darkrooms that I needed to do my work closed at random times during the end of the semester. Everytime I had the opportunity to do some lab work, the darkroom was closed, so, by the end of the semester, I did not finish my course work. I tried reasoning with the professor, but she said that there was nothing that she could do about it. (A HUGE lie) The teacher gave me an “F” for the course, but, according to the Dean of my college, I still have an outside chance of getting her to change the grade, provided I show up at her front door like, “here, wench!!!” There’s also a part of me that just wants to finish the work just so I can have some cool black and white images to decorate my room back in NYC. So either way, my work isn’t going to waste. :-)
The third reason I came back up was to schedule a meeting with the Dean of my home college to get her to exert pressure on another professor to change a grade I received. In this case, I e-mailed my professor my final project for the semester, and on three different occasions, over a span of five days, she said that she never received my work, even though I e-mailed her the assignment again and again. Finally, a day after grades were due, she e-mailed me back and said that she received, “all my e-mails” but that she wasn’t accepting my work. “I turned in grades already. I’m sorry.” Considering that each e-mail that I sent had a date and time stamp, she had proof right in front of her face that I e-mailed those assignments on time. However, despite the evidence, she did not budge. I sent her a long e-mail, basically pleading my case and stating the facts, but when she refused to reply, I decided to go above her and talk to her bosses. Now, it looks like I have some powerful people on my side when it comes to this issue, so hopefully, she’ll take their “recommendations” into consideration and actually evaluate my final paper.
Man, why does shit have to be so damn difficult? Can’t I just leave already!? It sure as hell seems like SU really doesn’t want me to leave. Ever.
In another day, or so, it’ll all be over, though. I can run away from Syracuse and not look back. I’ve already moved out. Now, I just have to tie these loose ends up, and I’m off running.
Will I come back to the city of Syracuse after this, for non-school related reasons? Probably. I’ve made too many friends over the years that are actually from the city of Syracuse, or at the very least, are currently living here until they can get a job, that I cannot just abandon them. It should be awesome chilling with them now that the school aspect of my life is now over. No more worrying about assignments while I’m out with friends.
It’s like college… just without the school part. :-)