It’s Monday, December 28th. This is the final date for grades to be posted. Do you know how many grades I have? NONE. Nada. Zip. Zero. THAT’S HOW MANY. So. I highly suggest that you have a discussion with at least the four faculty members who are withholding grades from me. One also still has my final paper that he said he’d e-mail to me two weeks ago, but to be perfectly honest I’m not holding my breath for that one.
The only two who have even made warlike moves towards final grades have fallen seriously short. One messed up my grade and I still have no idea whether or not I have an A or and A- (How is a 93.5% NOT an A? What scale are you using?), and the other one revised my paper grade saying it was awesome and my final grade would be “an A/A-“.
Um. Excuse me. You have a doctorate from Yale. PICK ONE, WOMAN. You certainly weren’t too busy celebrating Christmas this weekend and Hanukkah’s been over for like a week.
So. If you could impose some sort of penalty on them.
Also, I recently checked out the Spring 2010 graduation page. And, um, you have me graduating at 9 a.m.? NINE O’CLOCK ON A SUNDAY MORNING? Are you kidding me? I’ve paid $35,000 for the degree, another $80 for the double major graduation fee, and God knows how much the gap and gown are going to cost. And you still make me show up at 8:15?
That is really not cool, guys. The business majors get to go to the 1:30 one. I get that they are going to be a far more lucrative alumni group than us lowly Letters and Sciences idiots, but IT’S STILL NOT NICE!
P.S. You all are invited to my graduation breakfast. Because that’s what time of day we’ll be finished. Please bring donuts.