Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Category 5 Shitstorm

So the situation from last week got resolved. I went yesterday to a dean at my school and described the egregious behavior of last week's prince, and she was as shocked as I hoped she'd be. I had visions of administrative retribution, my word against his, and some kind of further trauma occurring in this meeting, but luckily she just let me talk and was very supportive. The first thing she said, after apologizing on his behalf, was, "What would make you feel better? What can I do to help you move past this?" I had been sure there would be way more fighting than this, so actually I wasn't sure what I wanted.

Well, that's not entirely true. What I wanted was to tie him to a chair and torture him creatively, such as by pouring Tabasco on his face, like in "Swimming With Sharks." Short of that, I just wanted some assurance that his life would be made slightly more uncomfortable on my behalf. Obviously that wasn't going to fly, so instead I proposed that he apologize in a sincere way. Simple enough, right? She promised to see what she could do.

This afternoon my cell phone rang in the middle of class, and someone left an awfully long message. I checked the message during break and listened with glee as a very uncomfortable administrator asked my forgiveness. Basically, the only thing he really apologized for was my having taken anything he said personally, but I know it's not going to get any better than that. Clearly, putting the blame back on me for having taken his very personal and insulting comments and accusations personally was not the apology I had in mind. But I will sleep just a little bit better tonight knowing that I have been a thorn in his side, and with any luck, will continue to be so for awhile. Just as long as it hurts just a little bit to be him, I feel as though I have done my job. Thanks for doing business.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Unclean hands

Today I encountered what the administration at my school is really like. Stripped of their glory, their power, they are nothing but a bunch of lawyers who couldn't hack it in the legal world. Each has a flaw that prevents them from attaining their professional goals, and in the case of a certain administrator, it is his temper.

I am the president of a club at school. I've never been much of a joiner, but since the administration has proven themselves to be basically unwilling or incapable to create opportunities for their students, I decided to take it upon myself to make it happen. In that vein, I have put on a couple events, tried to get myself "out there," and tried to help other people do the same. Thus, when an administrative office asked me for a list of events the club has put on thus far for recruitment purposes, I laughed to myself and decided that no way was I going to help them brag about the fact that I have done their job for them. Thus, I wrote the following letter to them:

Dear [redacted],

I feel very strongly that [redacted] uses its [redacted] program for recruitment purposes only. I put on an event last year myself, and I faced an uphill battle, with little or no help from the administration. Moreover, even our own [student government] cuts our budget and gives us an insultingly low amount of money for events, thus limiting either the quality of the reception or the number of events we may hold. Thus, I do not think it is fair for the school to use the [redacted] program, especially the student-run groups' events, for recruitment purposes. When I chose [redacted], I did so large part because of the nationally ranked [redacted] program. While I have been very satisfied with the quality of instruction, the rest of the program has been conspicuously absent. In particular, [the career office] has provided absolutely no programs or recruitment events targeted at students interested in pursuing careers within the field. I do not wish to personally support [redacted's] misrepresentations about the program, and thus I cannot send you the materials.

This is meant to reflect my own personal viewpoint, and in no way do I claim to speak on behalf of [the club], which has tried in many ways to rectify the situation that [the school] has created for us, and with any luck, will be successful this academic year.

I hope you will understand that I am not blaming you personally for this - however, people within the administration need to understand the situation.

Yours very truly,

A perfectly polite e-mail, n'est-ce pas? I made it clear that I am not personally upset with anyone, but just don't want to get involved with their efforts. Imagine my surprise, then, when a mere 20 minutes after sending this e-mail, I received a phone call (on my CELL PHONE, mind you) from the director of that office, who proceeded to verbally abuse me. Contained within his tirade was the following:

- "People like you should not be allowed to be club presidents at this school, and I'm sorry that you are."
- calling me "entitled" and "spoiled" - because I dare to expect that my PROFESSIONAL SCHOOL should help me find a job
- asking "how are your grades?" and when I told him that I thought they were none of his business, he went right ahead and looked them up!
- "You're just bitter because you don't have a job."

Lovely! This was just what I needed - confirmation that my school doesn't care about me and may, in fact, actually hate me!

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Shoot for the stars, touch the ceiling

It's that time again, folks. I'm back in school for round three - Law School: 2, Me: 0 - and already I'm exhausted. I can't let them defeat me 3-0, but I'm so tired and in need of another vacation. I arranged the best schedule yet, with no classes Monday or Friday, but being the overachiever I am (ha) I am working part-time too, so the vacation time is limited. School, work, and activities together add up to no sleep and very full days.

This year, though, I'm setting low goals with the hope of finally meeting them. I just want to learn some interesting stuff, make a little bit of money, and generally enjoy my life before I sign my soul away for however many years. I want to rise above the pressures, try to remember why I was so interested in the law in the first place, and generally emerge from law school a calm, grown woman, secure in my sense of self, gainfully employed, sound of mind, and healthy of body.

Let's be honest. At this point, I'd probably settle for gainfully employed.

Stay tuned . . .
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