I am having the worst week ever. I am an art major, working on my master's degree. You have to go through a review process to get approval to work on your thesis. The first time I did the review, the department chair gave me the wrong information. They never told me the proper method of writing the proposal and showing my work in person. In fact, they sent me out of date information from several years ago. They never apologized for the mistake, which cost me airfair and the cost of printing my photos which totaled over $800!

So I resubmitted 3 weeks ago (Another $200 for printing). They told me that everything was fine, but that they wanted to see a few more images to get a better feel of my project. Wednesday, by email, they told me that they were NOT going to accept my project, and that I could resubmit again next year! However, they won't give me a concrete answer about why my project is wrong. They say that the images are great, and my writing is great, but they want to see MORE WORK. We are limited to turning in no more than 20 images, so this does not make sense. I've spoken to other students, who have not been asked to do this.

I go to a private grad school, which is kinda expensive. I have to take out loans to go. I feel that they are just dragging me along to get more money out of me. I know that art is kinda subjective in terms of aesthetics and subject matter, but not properly giving students guidance is ridiculous. I've been crying since Wednesday about this, because they are really jerking me around at this point.

Now, I shall stop typing and breath...

Bad day number two. I have had a strange pain in my side for the past two days, but have due at work to want to take time to go the dr. So yesterday I was cranky. I felt like I was being picked on and wanted to cry all day especially last night. Then I started to work my way out of the funk before bed. I tried sleeping but my side hurt and it took me about three hours to finally nod off. Last time I looked at the clock it was 2am. 3:15 am I hear the radio blasting in the apartment below us. I didn't sleep a wink after that. The music went off at 7am. I went to work in a better mood, got a ton done, still didn't fix the big problem I had scheduling a legal meeting with a parent (standard yearly meeting they are entitled to) because the parent lives in a different city than their child and will not return my calls. My boss told me what to do and I did it, but a lot of people started telling me that it was not legal and they hope everything works out. Scary, plus I have heard that these parents will use things against us, blah blah blah. Finally got home today, and am suddenly back in my funk. I'm trying to think happy thoughts, but I think I need a nap instead.