oh, come on

Now look. I have nothing but respect for this program. Nothing but respect for the powers that be, the colleagues that get all the tech stuff way faster than I do, and maybe most importantly--I love the stuff when I master it. But hey, come on, really. What is going on here? Is this simply the school of being thrown into the pool and you learn to swim or you sink? Perhaps my objection is that if this IS the blueprint of the course, I don't feel I've been respected enough to have had the rules explained. Now, please. Understand. I'm exhausted. I'm frustrated. I'm worried. But if the purpose is not so much that we complete these assignments, but that we learn to--what? To solve problems in discussion boards? I just don't get where this is helping to train us as librarians. Okay. I'm rambling. I'm bellyaching about the Kompozer assignment. And I am bellyaching big time. And I'm just going to go ahead and say this, because at the moment I'm sleep deprived and angry and so the devil may care: What in the world are we supposed to be accomplishing? Sure, we're going to get something done in the long run. We're going to piece enough together to get some damn grade, but DANG it all to heck-- I feel like we're a bunch of ants swarming around a goshdarned drain trying to figure out how to keep from being sucked down and build our path back to the sugar line. We're sending SOS's back and forth. Morse code and whatever works to figure it out, but hey--what are we learning? That we can troubleshoot our way back up out of the suction cup one more time?...I don't get it. I really don't get it. I'm so damned tired. Gotta work all day tomorrow and still handoverhand through the discussion boards when I get home tomorrow night to figure out how to make this assignment fly by end of day. Okay. Fair is fair. My job, my other responsibilities don't really count in this discussion. I'm getting personal, and I'm getting childish. All that should matter in this discussion is the course itself. I'm a grownup. I can still cry, but I know the choices I've made to be here. But here's what I believe is my rightful bellyache: really, and goodness, and truly--there doesn't seem to be an actual assignment. It's more like a dang fool scavenger hunt.

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