When I started getting really sick I panicked. I was already leaving an hour later than usual and stuck in traffic. I was missing a very important lab. I honestly don’t even know how I was managing to drive. This lab would literally make or break my grade in chemistry. I somehow found Dr. Tatz number and hysterically explained my situation to him. He was perfectly reasonable, told me to go home and that I was crazy for driving, and that I could do both labs next Tuesday. Slightly relieved, I settled down and slowly drove home. Once I was back in town I immediately went to the doctor, where they told me I had a very bad case of the flu, prescribed me medicine, and told me not to go to school for three days including today. Now, Dr. Tatz said he would handle things. Dr. Tatz, who is my T.A’s boss. I get home from the doctor to find a nasty email from my T.A. about how I didn’t come to class (as if I was actually skipping) and how she was going to fail not one but two of my lab grades as punishment. She also ranted about how the entire class didn’t do lab 7 correctly when the directions were obviously unclear (hence the entire class not understanding, idiot). So of course all I could do was politely respond that I had spoken with her superior and he had directed me not to come to lab and that everything would be ok. An apology? No, none. I’m just another number, not a real person. Then I get the ever so lovely email that I had to get my ass back to campus by 8pm to pick up my English packet, no excuses. So I had my poor friend drive me because I couldn’t drive. Luckily my math teacher just assigned me more homework and left it at that. He was even polite (shocker). I hope to God my T.As next quarter is not so self-consumed.
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