Wrong Choice

***This will be more of venting then a poem.***

I'm extremely underwhelmed with this class. It's diversity in the workplace which should be a very fascinating class that teaches a lot. But instead we have a professor that only makes us stick to affirmative action and sexual orientation related issues along with employment law.

I'm probably the only one in my class that has any legal background other than the professor though my knowledge of employment law is maybe about a paragraph. The class is so broad that it's hard to wrap your mind around anything. There is zero cohesion! I had a class similar to this during my MBA and it was amazing! Our prof there was an attorney herself and she really made the class so fascinating! We did these really interesting case studies as projects and we learned so much. I was always stuck with the legal portion of each project from my group but that was understandable.

Here I feel like I just spent the last 5 weeks learning 7 different ways to make sexual orientation work in the workplace! I can't emphasize this enough on just how much this class needs an overhaul. Not to mention the professor that says one thing and does another. 

The week 4 grades came in before midnight Sunday. She ignored my emails about that but yesterday sent me her excuse for it. Bullshit! You're a lazy professor! You've made a wrong choice. Being a professor should be something one does because they believe in helping their students learn, not as another income resource!

I'm a PhD student not in high school! My tuition is high. For the amount of money I'm paying, I expect a good education not some half assed attempt! If you can't do your job, leave! There are a lot of people who can do a good job that need it. Not everyone is cut out to be a professor.

I'm not saying all this because I'm not getting good grades; on the contrary, I have a top GPA and this is my 3rd class. I just expect to be taught properly. Most classes require out of the box thinking. This class is so broad, it doesn't have a box and it needs one.

After everything I've been through health wise, I demand proper education. Not too many people can come out of hell, be reborn (literally), start a PhD program of their dreams, and kick ass with a 4.0 GPA while battling brain fog and concentration issues every step of the way.

So if a professor isn't doing their job, I shall call them out. There's an end of class survey which I will fill out. I will not mince words; I'm always diplomatic and professional. But I shall not sugarcoat anything. I'm still waiting on week 5 grades and week 6 paper that's a bit of a monster shall be written tomorrow and the next day.

Next Monday this class ends. And I hope class 4, will recapture my attention with a proper professor.

Rant over!

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