i try to be charitable, sometimes with terrible results, but i try. i tend to be a bitchy-mouthed closet optimist whose generally positive feelings about the human race are hidden under bitter patter (ha! bitter patter! that's freaking great!). if i had to generalize, i'd say most humans are stupid but kind, which i suppose is better than smart and evil, though there's plenty of that to go around. but i digress, as is my wont.
y'all know i enjoy being in school, and y'all know i am pretty fond of most of my classmates, really fond of some, and filled with murderous fantasies regarding a special few. what gets me is when the class as a whole gets caught up in some sort of bizarre vortex of pimply-faced teenage whinery and begins to berate professors for being "too haaaaaard." last night our lecturer asked for feedback on the midterm exam he had given us a couple of weeks back. i found the exam very fair, and recognised that any knowledge loopholes were due in their entirety to my failure to study properly. i did well, but not very well, and for that i can only blame myself. i knew that the information asked for was the information we had been given in lectures, even when i didn't know the answer. i was the second one done the exam (after c, the speed demon), with a lot of time to spare.
last night, the whinery began: the exam was too hard. there were too many questions. could our final be a 1.4 h exam but we'd be given 2h to write it because some people didn't have time to finish? i was baffled. is this the millennial disease of entitlement that all the news magazines love writing about? this idea that if you don't get an A the fault must surely lie somewhere else, not with you, oh never with you, darling child? i thought the time we were given was more than adequate. i thought the questions were reasonable. and i also figure that this is grad school and if you can't handle it, shut your gob and rethink your choices. not to be a complete asshole about this, but this isn't the first time my classmates have pulled this kind of stunt and each time it makes me die a little more inside.
the thing that really gets me is that each time the lecturer (told that his concepts were haaaaaard!) or the professor (told that his exam was haaaaaard!) actually apologizes to the class! and each time i step up and say, out loud, that no apology is necessary as we are all adults here and should expect a little hardship. i'm sure it's not winning me any brownie points but i'm past caring. i find the idea of professionals who are taking the time to impart sometimes difficult concepts to us in a clear and organized manner apologizing for our inability to "get it" abhorrent. i must admit that i despise unfair markers and exams designed to showcase how little one knows, but for the most part, i think we are being treated with kid gloves and i am tired of the whining. when i fail to grasp a concept that is being taught, i ask for clarification. faced with the same situation, several people in my class raise their hands and say that it's haaaaaaard and unfair and they don't understand and the fault surely cannot lie inside their heads because, gosh darn it all to heck, their mommy always told them they were the brightest and most amazing thing to ever walk the earth.
perhaps i'm just ready for christmas.