Lindsey

So I haven’t really let on how craazy and tumultous times have been in my academic situation right now.
Basically, one of my instructors is a pompous ass who finds reducing 24 year olds to shaking and/or tears enjoyable. Thankfully, I’m not on his list of people to ruin, but dealing with the screaming and the aftermath has not been fun.
Yesterday was a day of outbursts and obnoxiousness. This got said instructor yelled at by the director of the internship, who is also the one who prevented me from getting the MN job. This made the instructor furious, and he wrote us all an “apology” letter which was basically a 3000 word “I make no apology for the way I act, only an apology if you can’t handle it” letter bashing people within the class and saying how he felt the good students were being shafted by the other students for wasting time, resources, and his time. That came late last night. He also sent it to the director of the internship.
Then this morning we were giving blood in exchange for movie tickets for a study people were doing. The director of the internship got into an argument with one of the students he hates, in front of everyone, telling her she can’t use the recommendation letters he wrote for her, and all kinds of other childish remarks.
Then, the director refuses to allow us to the other lab to see an aborted fetus submitted for evidence. It sounds morbid and other kinds of personal feelings that many people probably are against, but it is a common piece of evidence in rapes, etc. So we all wanted to see it. And get some of our data that were running on instruments over there. He said no. Then we students were frothing at the mouth with rage, and I’m not sure whether permission was finally granted or what, but we went anyways.
So we get back and are working basically as paralegals for this case for a family the instructor is working with. Important, but not a good use of our time. Thats a whole other issue. The instructor comes back to meet with the director. The instructor gets ready to leave, telling us he will be back tomorrow and we will discuss how to finish the paralegal part, and so on. After he leaves, we are told by one of the people who work there to stay because the director wants to talk to us. Only seven of us stay, because the others were so annoyed. I wished I had left too. The director has decided the instructor is done with 7 days left in his part of the internship, the reports due, our data unfinished, mock court scheduled for next week, the paralegal business unfinished, and on and on. He says we are adults, but don’t ask questions about why. As if we have to. They had spent all day yesterday trying to get one of us to write a personal letter about the instructor so they could fire him, and the email this morning pushed one student over the edge and he said he couldn’t work with the instructor anymore. His misdeeds were listed in the email.
I tell this because I’m so stressed out right now, I can’t even imagine life for the next seven and a half weeks. I wish so bad I had been allowed to leave. This place is crazy, and full of crazy people. People where I’m from don’t act like brats at 70+ years of age.