Art.&.Song

Sherwin.24.Moving along in life.

'Song' was the name my gran called me by
and that's how this tumblr account got its title.

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Some tutors get paid for doing f***-all…

I wasn’t too happy when I finally got my grades after spending 1.5hours battling with 10,000 other university students on the campus server.

I scored 68,70 and 71 for three of my units, but when I looked at the last remaining one, somehow my alarm bells got triggered. 54/100.

Yea…big deal right? My grades aren’t even the best so why mope? Well, hear out my logic and try to piece my rationale together, if you will.

1. I went into the final exam with a distinction score. I attended all my tutes and gave my fair share of class contribution.

2. Because of a pre-existing cognitive condition, I have alternative exam arrangements that give me substantially more exam time to construct and cohere my answers. Hence, I ramble and waffle less. Empirically, 1 year of consistent distinctions should account for something.

3. I don’t think I’m dimwit. Given that I tend to be a little goofy and eccentric at times, I don’t think I was born stupid. Which brings me to my last deduction…

4. My tutor’s famous for being abit of a dreamer. Yes, she may be smart, but whenever she conducts her tutorials, I feel like she doesn’t give a rat’s ass about who’s there. It feels more like she’s just in it to fill her dress-shopping pockets.

Now what worries me is that because my scripts are submitted separately in a sealed envelope and NOT with the main cohort that sits for the exam in a separate venue on the same day, at the same time, coupled with the fact that this particular tutor has had a knack for being the most alert thing on two legs, my written scripts may have been thought to be non-existent. Or to put it simply, I think she may have not bothered to check for other bits of paper with you know, that black, scribbly shit we as students put on it, otherwise known as ink…

So in light of that rude shock I received earlier this evening, I have since corresponded with my lecturer to seek some *fingers crossed*, “positive reassurance” that the 12,000AUD shelled out this semester, could at least help to make sure that my papers are graded with the due diligence required and to correct any plausible mistakes brought upon by a particular tutor I brought to light.

Which brings me to the conclusion aptly titled at the top of this blog post.