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thejunipertreeWhen emailing one's professor, what is the commonly accepted amount of time to elapse before their non-response becomes just plain rude?
I emailed one of my professors five days ago because I missed class on Saturday. I had been sick all the previous week and Saturday was the culmination of all that sick, so I didn't go in. So, I don't know what the assignments due for next Saturday are.
Normally, I wouldn't have bothered emailing and would have just done the next couple chapters just to be sure, but at 3:30 a.m. on Sunday (after a day long haze of Nyquil), I realized that the day I missed was probably one of the worst days to miss ever. See, we'd been given a take-home test to complete two weeks prior and that day was the day to turn it in.
So, I sent her a brief note apologizing for missing class, explaining that I had been ill. I asked if she could tell me what the next assignments were, so I could have it completed. And I explained what I had just realized about the due date, asking if I could scan it in and email it to her or drop it off at the place/time of her choosing. Thanked her for her time, etc.
Five days later? Nothing.
Our syllabus doesn't list an email address, but the one I had was the one she had emailed our take-home from. The syllabus also says nothing about take-home tests being late, only that make-up exams will be scheduled at her discretion. And I don't recall her ever saying anything in particular about the protocol for this sort of thing.
If I have to take a zero for effing up my due date, fine. It was my fault. Even though I was sick, I still should have been responsible enough to pull my head out of my ass long enough to remember the damn take-home test I stressed and slaved over (ask the Engineer, I was really annoying about the whole thing). My own stupid move; I'll cop to it. And I won't be a big whiner and cry a lot to her about how that's unfair because I was so sick and blah blah blah. I know the shit professors have to hear from their students and I know how it can mightily piss them off. They've heard it all and have no time for it. I get that.
But, some kind of response would be nice. Even if it's just to tell me to get bent.
Part of me wants to email her again, just to ask if I should consider her non-response to be indicative of a great big NO to both of my questions. But any way I word it just starts to sound cunty.
Me being me, especially considering how ridiculous I can get about my grades and my GPA, start chasing my own tail over the whole thing. I wonder if the email actually went through, convince myself that it got put in her spam folder by accident, that's she's ignoring me because I'm a dumbass and she's heard it all before, on and on ad nauseum.
As one particularly fun aspect of my OCD, my brain likes to do this and I fucking hate it. I've laid awake for hours on end, unable to sleep, because my brain wouldn't stop running circles around and over the dumbest shuff imaginable. I've gotten stuck in a loop for hours over shit that happened ten or fifteen years ago. Yay, crazy bitch.
The rational side of my brain is rolling its eyes at the slobbering, gibbering idiot on the floor and calmly calculating that the take home was only 5% of my final grade and even if I get a zero, I can just bust my ass for the rest of the semester and hopefully pull a B. I'm so close to the end of this degree and so burnt out that I halfway don't even care. Last semester kicked me down so hard (C in Math for Liberal Arts, I'm still clutching my pearls over that shit), that I just want it all to be over. I'll get a good six month break from all things academic, then start my actual funeral schooling (yay!) Autumn 2010.
I love school, don't get me wrong. I've had a great time for the past two years, working on this degree. Going back was the best decision I've ever made (well, other than buying my iPod and a Mini Cooper), but going full time and working fifty hours a week on top of it can eat my entire ass. Officially. And with due notice.
I'm glad I'm doing this in my 30s, because I take it so much more seriously than the kids out of high school do. But, I kind of wish I'd just done it when most people do, when I wasn't as painfully self-aware and so afraid of failure.
Funeral school, at least, will be part-time. I hadn't been planning on doing it that way originally, but I resigned myself to it because I learned full-time, taking only two semesters to complete, is Monday-Wednesday-Friday 9 am to 5 pm. No frigging way. I can't lose that many hours at work; it's an impossibility. Part-time, is Tuesdays and Thursdays, at night. But, it take two and a half years to complete. That lovely little fact is cordially invited to also partake in the eating of my entire ass.
At least it's two and a half years of the good classes I've been so anxious to take. Especially restoration. They get to practice on actual cadavers. I'm going to be so psyched when that finally comes around, even if I'll probably smell slightly of preservative for quite some time after class and freak out the Engineer. The idea of getting to finally embalm gives me little ridiculous pink hearts around my head.
Funerary science is my fandom. hee.
I emailed one of my professors five days ago because I missed class on Saturday. I had been sick all the previous week and Saturday was the culmination of all that sick, so I didn't go in. So, I don't know what the assignments due for next Saturday are.
Normally, I wouldn't have bothered emailing and would have just done the next couple chapters just to be sure, but at 3:30 a.m. on Sunday (after a day long haze of Nyquil), I realized that the day I missed was probably one of the worst days to miss ever. See, we'd been given a take-home test to complete two weeks prior and that day was the day to turn it in.
So, I sent her a brief note apologizing for missing class, explaining that I had been ill. I asked if she could tell me what the next assignments were, so I could have it completed. And I explained what I had just realized about the due date, asking if I could scan it in and email it to her or drop it off at the place/time of her choosing. Thanked her for her time, etc.
Five days later? Nothing.
Our syllabus doesn't list an email address, but the one I had was the one she had emailed our take-home from. The syllabus also says nothing about take-home tests being late, only that make-up exams will be scheduled at her discretion. And I don't recall her ever saying anything in particular about the protocol for this sort of thing.
If I have to take a zero for effing up my due date, fine. It was my fault. Even though I was sick, I still should have been responsible enough to pull my head out of my ass long enough to remember the damn take-home test I stressed and slaved over (ask the Engineer, I was really annoying about the whole thing). My own stupid move; I'll cop to it. And I won't be a big whiner and cry a lot to her about how that's unfair because I was so sick and blah blah blah. I know the shit professors have to hear from their students and I know how it can mightily piss them off. They've heard it all and have no time for it. I get that.
But, some kind of response would be nice. Even if it's just to tell me to get bent.
Part of me wants to email her again, just to ask if I should consider her non-response to be indicative of a great big NO to both of my questions. But any way I word it just starts to sound cunty.
Me being me, especially considering how ridiculous I can get about my grades and my GPA, start chasing my own tail over the whole thing. I wonder if the email actually went through, convince myself that it got put in her spam folder by accident, that's she's ignoring me because I'm a dumbass and she's heard it all before, on and on ad nauseum.
As one particularly fun aspect of my OCD, my brain likes to do this and I fucking hate it. I've laid awake for hours on end, unable to sleep, because my brain wouldn't stop running circles around and over the dumbest shuff imaginable. I've gotten stuck in a loop for hours over shit that happened ten or fifteen years ago. Yay, crazy bitch.
The rational side of my brain is rolling its eyes at the slobbering, gibbering idiot on the floor and calmly calculating that the take home was only 5% of my final grade and even if I get a zero, I can just bust my ass for the rest of the semester and hopefully pull a B. I'm so close to the end of this degree and so burnt out that I halfway don't even care. Last semester kicked me down so hard (C in Math for Liberal Arts, I'm still clutching my pearls over that shit), that I just want it all to be over. I'll get a good six month break from all things academic, then start my actual funeral schooling (yay!) Autumn 2010.
I love school, don't get me wrong. I've had a great time for the past two years, working on this degree. Going back was the best decision I've ever made (well, other than buying my iPod and a Mini Cooper), but going full time and working fifty hours a week on top of it can eat my entire ass. Officially. And with due notice.
I'm glad I'm doing this in my 30s, because I take it so much more seriously than the kids out of high school do. But, I kind of wish I'd just done it when most people do, when I wasn't as painfully self-aware and so afraid of failure.
Funeral school, at least, will be part-time. I hadn't been planning on doing it that way originally, but I resigned myself to it because I learned full-time, taking only two semesters to complete, is Monday-Wednesday-Friday 9 am to 5 pm. No frigging way. I can't lose that many hours at work; it's an impossibility. Part-time, is Tuesdays and Thursdays, at night. But, it take two and a half years to complete. That lovely little fact is cordially invited to also partake in the eating of my entire ass.
At least it's two and a half years of the good classes I've been so anxious to take. Especially restoration. They get to practice on actual cadavers. I'm going to be so psyched when that finally comes around, even if I'll probably smell slightly of preservative for quite some time after class and freak out the Engineer. The idea of getting to finally embalm gives me little ridiculous pink hearts around my head.
Funerary science is my fandom. hee.
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Date: 2009-10-16 05:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-17 04:31 am (UTC)Much like when my boyfriend was invited by one of his professors to join the group of students who to go to Hahnemann hospital to use the cadavers as still life models.
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Date: 2009-10-16 07:15 am (UTC)/fellow student
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Date: 2009-10-17 04:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-17 05:16 am (UTC)Already spoke to the Arizona professor though. He's been in the industry for 45 years and his school is the only one in the US with a working crematory.