I am one week into school, and I am already putting off homework due tomorrow. For my only class. That I’ve had a week to do. I might chalk this one up to senioritis … or just plain laziness. Tiredness? If that’s a legitimate word, I’ll go with that because I am exhausted.
Today was probably the most productive day I’ve had since coming back to school. I went to my morning class, worked out, watched an episode of Friday Night Lights, had lunch, worked, went to my afternoon class, worked some more, did some Orientation team recommendations, had dinner with twenty sisters (no joke; I love birthdays!), went to Wal Mart, went to practice for the annual song and dance competition (My sorority is winning this year. No contest.), and visited Elizabeth … and finished the first season of Friday Night Lights. I just realized the past two blog entries probably make me sound like I’m pimping out NBC’s best TV show, but I’m not doing it intentionally. I’ve been working my way through the season since I’ve been back, and I love it. And it gives me something to do since I have yet to start my internship.
There’s a story! My advisor, the one for whom I no longer work, is also the communications department intern coordinator. She is responsible for setting up all the internships for the students within the department. She’s known about my internship since … well, since she’s been my advisor, really, yet she’s made very little effort to get with me and get me started on it. I waited around through Wednesday afternoon to see if I’d start so I could set up my work study schedule, and I hadn’t heard anything, so I just e-mailed my work study supervisor my work schedule. And then I get a voicemail from my advisor saying she needed to get me started at the internship. She wanted to do it this afternoon at 3:30 — except I work then. I called her back and said it wasn’t possible, but I could do it tomorrow before noon because I have to work and have class on Friday afternoons. She came into my afternoon class today and said we were going to meet tomorrow at two, which is a) when I’m at work and b) thirty minutes before my class. Not going to happen. She proceeded to make a fuss about it (which included asking if she could excuse me from work and then have me make up the hour. Um, when would I do that? And no. Just no. There’s a whole pile of work to be done, and there are only two work studies down there right now. Not possible.) and demanded that I write out my schedule, complete with free time and all major obligations, for her reference AND to provide for my new intern supervisor. Three things:
1. I am more than happy to comply as long as I am asked politely. Good manners will get you pretty far in life, but if you demand that I write down my schedule with every single moment of free time on it, it’s not going to happen. Say please.
2. She has a copy of my class schedule. My work schedule is truly none of her concern as I am no longer employed by her. My work is separate from her, and she is NOT going to force herself so far into my life that she becomes a part of my new work study.
3. I am twenty-one years old. I am an adult. I am not a first-time intern. I am completely capable of talking to the intern supervisor and telling her I have Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings available for my internship. I don’t need a mediator.
Obviously, I am going to be thrilled when I am done having the crazy lady in my life. She needs a hobby that isn’t trying to control the lives of her students.
On a brighter note, I have three beautiful new sisters, tomorrow is Friday, my entire morning is free, it’s a three day weekend, and I get to have plenty of quality time with some of my sisters. That’s pretty great.
Okay, time for bed. And reading this lame-o play for French. But mostly sleep.
