I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Jul. 19th, 2004 12:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
motodraconis90% of students fail Architecture degree finals
My own memories of my architecture degree, which I expect myself to be still ranting about on my deathbed.
The appalling teaching.
Having to spend every holiday re-doing all my coursework as well trying to earn a few bob cleaning toilets.
Getting marked down for thinking of boring architectural things like services for sewerage and water, lighting and saving energy, construction, safety and physics, when what I should have been doing to get an "A" was bring in a crushed typewriter from a skip, or some squiggly abstract doodles in brown ink on paper costing 10 quid a sheet, like the "top" marked students.
Getting marked down for failing to bring wine and pate and fancy fresh baked bread for my tutors to sup on, (when I could barely afford to feed myself.)
My refusal to simper at the tutors, to give out the impression that I'd sleep with them in order to get high marks like the other girls did. (Urrgh!)
Equally refusing to sleep with, using the promise of sex with the male students to get them to do my coursework for me. Having some crazy notion that I should do my own fecking coursework. And having some kind of fecking dignity about my body, and not using it to buy favours. (Unlike some I could mention.)
(Nauseous with disgust now. Faugh!)
Yes I'm still bitter about it. I passed in the end, as I recall, only one student failed. On account of him being too busy running an architectural practice of his own that he'd set up during the course of his degree.
Bah!
My own memories of my architecture degree, which I expect myself to be still ranting about on my deathbed.
The appalling teaching.
Having to spend every holiday re-doing all my coursework as well trying to earn a few bob cleaning toilets.
Getting marked down for thinking of boring architectural things like services for sewerage and water, lighting and saving energy, construction, safety and physics, when what I should have been doing to get an "A" was bring in a crushed typewriter from a skip, or some squiggly abstract doodles in brown ink on paper costing 10 quid a sheet, like the "top" marked students.
Getting marked down for failing to bring wine and pate and fancy fresh baked bread for my tutors to sup on, (when I could barely afford to feed myself.)
My refusal to simper at the tutors, to give out the impression that I'd sleep with them in order to get high marks like the other girls did. (Urrgh!)
Equally refusing to sleep with, using the promise of sex with the male students to get them to do my coursework for me. Having some crazy notion that I should do my own fecking coursework. And having some kind of fecking dignity about my body, and not using it to buy favours. (Unlike some I could mention.)
(Nauseous with disgust now. Faugh!)
Yes I'm still bitter about it. I passed in the end, as I recall, only one student failed. On account of him being too busy running an architectural practice of his own that he'd set up during the course of his degree.
Bah!
