radoboist's journey in the world (of love, of studies, of whatever...)

A look into how a hopeless romantic copes with what life throws at him... Regardless if it is romance related or not...

Friday, September 14, 2007

The plot thickens...

So, it's my birthday, and I actually went to this crappy ass useless training on how to be a marker. It was the same one that I went to last year, and it was useless then, and it was useless today. Two hours of my life I'll never get back.

The only reason I went was because the ombudsman whom I sent an e-mail to said it was better to talk about this in person. So, I went through to the training - complete waste of my time, an hour of my life I'll never get back. I finish my training, I go and see the prof, and I was told that apparently it is not the professor's responsibility to provide solutions, and that as markers you should solve the problem yourself. For $11/hour, I am not paid enough to give my own solutions, and to do the assignments myself... Especially since I am only assigned a certain number of hours a week per section. And you know what the killer thing is? The prof whom I'm marking for, who is the course examiner, says that he'll be providing solutions for the students which will be available to purchase at the copy centre for the assignments... Why do you share your solutions with the students and not with your markers?

So now, I believe that the problem was not resolved with the professor, and now it is a departmental issue. I suppose now I'm going to go to the ombuds office, since now the problem is no longer with the professor, it is now with the department. I don't really want to go this route, but apparently, I am not left with no choice.

If I find another job that pays the same or more, I would totally say to the prof "Go f*** yourself" and find someone else to do it... But the sad thing is, there are people who will be willing to be exploited... I don't know if I want to mark again next term... Ridiculous, you have to come up with your own solutions.

The good thing was that I ran into my friend Laura, she was a bit sick, and was a bit stressed, because she needed to hand in her thesis (today was the last day to submit for Fall convocation), and I have been busy, and as has she, so I haven't been able to call her and chat. She told me she dreamt about me two days ago. That's awesome. She made my day, because the idiots in the math department certainly did not.

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