written 10/17/1999 Okay, It's Monday, and I had a really nice weekend with Odie in Jerusalem. But I'll write about that later. I'm kind of disturbed by stuff that's happening in school, although none of it is really worth being bothered about… Well, today was the first day of my fourth year at the university. My first week of each of the last years was AWSOME - I was always so excited about all the new courses and finally learning something again and seeing people. Well, this year was a combination of me taking the summer semester, and not having any really interesting courses to look forward too, so I was not excited, to say the least.
A few days ago I went to a meeting with my counselor at the Univ. I'm part of this accelerated program that has special counselors to help us organize our schedules and get in track with what we're learning. I know this is a privilege not all the students have. But we really need it! Our program is very demanding in a lot of ways - I'm way younger that the rest of the MBA class, I keep having to take difficult courses with no background, We're not acknowledged by the MBA secretaries and we have to fight for any course we want to take, etc. etc. So I was going to this counselor guy for help and emotional support, but not really expecting to get it. Counselors are supposed to guide you for the whole 4 years, but they keep quitting in the middle. It was my first time seeing this one, and he hadn't bothered to find out who I was or what I'd been studying (everyone in our program has a completely different schedule). But when he found out I had enough credits to begin my thesis, he started really pressuring me to begin it. He was really laying on the pressure, like he's my grandmother or something. It was like he had a clause in his job description - "Has credits - pressure to do Thesis" and he didn't even care that I'm so much younger than everyone and that I'm not in any hurry. He just kept saying again and again "Don't treat your thesis as something scary! Just get into it and get it over with". He really wasn't listening to any of what I'm saying, all of the reasons I gave him. Nothing. Deafness.
Well, the think that I was counting on to get me excited about the year was a course in Group Dynamics Leadership, in which we're supposed to learn how to lead pilot groups and stuff like that. It was supposed to be 8 hours for 2 semesters, but I didn't even care about that. I wanted to do something with humans for a change. Of course the secretaies didn't want to sign me up for it, because my code doesn't appear on their computers, but the head of the program I belong to said it would be okay, just go to the first lesson and well fix it later. I've been spending 3 years trying to explain to professors why I'm not signed up for their courses, so I thought one more year would be okay.
Anyway, I get to the course, and who was one of the teacher aides but my old counselor from my Program (the only one who had stayed for more than a year). She'd always been very cold and stiff with anyone asking her help, but this time I was so glad to see her! But instead of backing me up or at least looking like she was trying to, she turned to the Prof. And said "Well, I do know her, but I only just saw her now! I don't have anything to do with this!" Like she's trying to explain association with a criminal. (To be continued)
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