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So, last night I sat up in bed a around 1am in a panic. In the hustle and bustle of FRAS, I had completely forgotten about two online quizzes for one of my classes.
I threw myself at my computer, but it was too late. The quizzes were closed.
I sent an e-mail to my professor, explaining what had happened, and asked if I was still able to pass the class with the required 85% or higher, and if not, could I somehow supplement the grade?
Her response was it was impossible for me to pass the class, and that I should drop it and try again in the summer.
I was terrified, because without this class, I was not a full-time student and could no longer qualify for my job as an RA.
Close to tears, I called home and explained the situation. My dad screamed and my mother told me to talk to my adviser.
I then spoke to my flatmate, another RA, and asked what the next step was.
She explained that I should inform Housing about the issue, and that I would be put on probation, which is a nice way of saying that I will be on thin ice for the remainder of the semester.
But I will not be fired. Hopefully.
I then succumbed to self-pity and despair. For about a minute. Then I got up, made myself dinner, watched NCIS, and made appointments in my phone for future RA stuff as if nothing had happened.
I'm going to talk to my boss tonight and make an appointment with my adviser in the morning. I'm going to hope and pray that I am not fired on the spot. But even if I am, I have resolved to deal with it with confidence and dignity. There is grovelling in my future, to be sure. But I am not going to waste any more time feeling sorry for myself.
Wish me luck.
I threw myself at my computer, but it was too late. The quizzes were closed.
I sent an e-mail to my professor, explaining what had happened, and asked if I was still able to pass the class with the required 85% or higher, and if not, could I somehow supplement the grade?
Her response was it was impossible for me to pass the class, and that I should drop it and try again in the summer.
I was terrified, because without this class, I was not a full-time student and could no longer qualify for my job as an RA.
Close to tears, I called home and explained the situation. My dad screamed and my mother told me to talk to my adviser.
I then spoke to my flatmate, another RA, and asked what the next step was.
She explained that I should inform Housing about the issue, and that I would be put on probation, which is a nice way of saying that I will be on thin ice for the remainder of the semester.
But I will not be fired. Hopefully.
I then succumbed to self-pity and despair. For about a minute. Then I got up, made myself dinner, watched NCIS, and made appointments in my phone for future RA stuff as if nothing had happened.
I'm going to talk to my boss tonight and make an appointment with my adviser in the morning. I'm going to hope and pray that I am not fired on the spot. But even if I am, I have resolved to deal with it with confidence and dignity. There is grovelling in my future, to be sure. But I am not going to waste any more time feeling sorry for myself.
Wish me luck.
