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I’m Going To Sleep For the Next Year

I just got an email from the university telling me that I am “required to attend” an “Internet Workshop” for “mandatory internet training” because the school I am placed in for student teaching has “networked internet.”

Good holy goddess. Shoot me.


9 thoughts on I’m Going To Sleep For the Next Year

  1. Maybe instead of sleeping through the Powerpoint slides on “double clicking the blue ‘e'” and “how to set the homepage” you can figure out to override the censoring software. Or maybe you should just sleep. We wouldn’t want high school kids reading this site!

  2. My district not only made me take an internet training course before they would bless me with an email address and web log-in to get past the proxy firewall, I had to pay $20 for the privilege.

    I wish I were kidding.

  3. Is there any way you can get out of it? A Waiver or something? There’s gotta be!! You could probalby teach the freakin’ class!!!!!!!!

  4. Hallmark makes no sympathy card for this situation. Once, I took an information gathering course (journalism thing, for my minor). I thought it would teach me how to identify expert sources and get interviews and stuff.

    Nope, just one three-hour class period spent on google, and another on myYahoo.com (hey, prospective journalists, put another filter between you and the information!) When the ancient professor started going on about how you could “customize” myYahoo (mostly by changing the colors) that’s when I knew my $1000 was wasted.

    Is it a large class? I suggest taking up drawing, origami, or getting a few games on the cell phone.

  5. I took a class at a local community college a few years ago. (I needed the credit for professional reasons.) When I enrolled I provided the college with my transcripts from the universities I had attended. One transcript showed that I received a bacelors degree, The other showed I received a Master’s degree.

    Halfway through the course, I reciev ed a postcard from the college asking me to provide my high school transcript, as it was out of state and they needed to verify that I had graduated high school. I sent a note to my high school, but they must not have responded because at the end of the term I was told that I would not be able to take any more courses until the high school transcript was received.

  6. This type of thing is always painfully humiliating. Mandatory *workshops* are very common here in England. I am always to be found in the awkward squad. 🙂

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