oliviasmomma
12-10-2006, 09:18 PM
I've posted before about Olivia's disorder. Well, last Wednesday night we had to take her to the hospital because she was throwing up. She couldn't keep anything down, so after seven hours in the ER they sent us over to the hospital by ambulance (our country hospital does not have a peds floor). She spent the day, night and next morning in the PICU and we were sent home Friday. It was awful in many ways, but one of the worst maments was when they came in to do the IV. Liv knew right away what the cart was for and she started to cry and hide her hands...just terrible. I hate that my daughter already knows what IVs are on sight, that she is afraid of everyone in a white coat, and that for the rest of her life, stomach flu will mean a trip to the hospital.
Anyway, enough of the pity party, right? Here is the "real" bitch. I am in school full time at a small university. I take all but one class online and the in seat class meets at the small campus in our town (multi-site college). Since DD was in the hospital on Thursday night, I called the school to let my teacher know I was not going to be there. The advisor for our site answered--she is very hard to deal with, always condecending, etc, so I kind of knew what I was in for. I asked her if she could let my teacher know I would not be there and asked if she minded asking him to leave any handouts at the dask for me to pick up. She gave out this big sigh and said "Welllll...it really is the policy of this school for students to contact their teachers themselves, and...I guess I can let him know, but you need to know this is not the way things are done, etc, etc, etc" She was so condecending and rude I almost started crying right there. (I told her why I was going to be absent, BTW, so she knew.) I told her that of course I would normally call my teacher and then she interrupted and said "Well, you really need to take responsibility for your own absences, but I guess in this instance I can do this..."
Mind you, her office is literally fifty feet away from my class, I have never been absent before, and I am a very good student. I would have been fine if she just said they have a policy against passing on messages (although I see it happen at least once a week) but what did she have to be sooooooo freaking high and mighty about it? SO, I told her that if it was against policy or if it was that big of a deal, then not to bother. I also told her that bringing the contact information for my teachers was not exactly what was going through my mind when rushing to the ER, but next time I'll remember that she is unable to help in an emergency. Friday afternoon I called her boss, relayed the story and told him I will transfer if I have to continue to deal with her. The pisser of it is that I have to take an exam on Tuesday for this class but I have no idea what was in the lecture. I guess I can kiss my A goodbye.
Anyway, enough of the pity party, right? Here is the "real" bitch. I am in school full time at a small university. I take all but one class online and the in seat class meets at the small campus in our town (multi-site college). Since DD was in the hospital on Thursday night, I called the school to let my teacher know I was not going to be there. The advisor for our site answered--she is very hard to deal with, always condecending, etc, so I kind of knew what I was in for. I asked her if she could let my teacher know I would not be there and asked if she minded asking him to leave any handouts at the dask for me to pick up. She gave out this big sigh and said "Welllll...it really is the policy of this school for students to contact their teachers themselves, and...I guess I can let him know, but you need to know this is not the way things are done, etc, etc, etc" She was so condecending and rude I almost started crying right there. (I told her why I was going to be absent, BTW, so she knew.) I told her that of course I would normally call my teacher and then she interrupted and said "Well, you really need to take responsibility for your own absences, but I guess in this instance I can do this..."
Mind you, her office is literally fifty feet away from my class, I have never been absent before, and I am a very good student. I would have been fine if she just said they have a policy against passing on messages (although I see it happen at least once a week) but what did she have to be sooooooo freaking high and mighty about it? SO, I told her that if it was against policy or if it was that big of a deal, then not to bother. I also told her that bringing the contact information for my teachers was not exactly what was going through my mind when rushing to the ER, but next time I'll remember that she is unable to help in an emergency. Friday afternoon I called her boss, relayed the story and told him I will transfer if I have to continue to deal with her. The pisser of it is that I have to take an exam on Tuesday for this class but I have no idea what was in the lecture. I guess I can kiss my A goodbye.