Finally I told you how I felt. I’m glad that I did because I won’t need to hide it anymore; but at the same time, I’m anxious about the outcome…the consequence.
Sure it may not be a good thing to reveal it all, but meh… I really hate to pretend that I feel nothing at all in my heart. I’m not scared to admit it to you.
Maybe the realization came a bit too late and perhaps it wouldn’t work out, but all I’m asking for, I guess, is just…… you telling me I have a place in your heart.
December 2nd, 2005
I never hated any of my professors so much before, but this one is really driving me nut.
I missed a test a few weeks ago, and I emailed my professor the day after the test. Since it always takes my doctor really long to get a medical certificate filled out, I made it clear in my email that I wouldn’t be able to give him my medical certificate within a week or so. He replied me with one simple sentence, saying that I should give him a medical certificate after class if I hadn’t done so.
“What? I told you I wasn’t able to do so. Did you or did you not read my email?” 
It seemed to me that he didn’t realize my difficulty of having a medical certificate ready for him in a week. Therefore, I emailed AGAIN and explained my situation AGAIN.
However, he didn’t write back. Therefore, I went to talk to him after class the next day.
I briefly mentioned the problem and the email I had sent him, hoping that he would remember the issue that I had been repeatedly telling him; but he didn’t seem to remember anything about it, and he asked if I emailed him within 24 hours after the test. I said Yes. Then he said it would be fine as he should have a copy of my email in his email box.
OK then! I finally got my medical ceritificate back from my doctor. I tried many times to go to his office hours to give him my medical certificate, but I was always delayed and arrived at his office 5 to 10 minutes late. I thought that he wouldn’t leave his office once the office hours ended, but he did.
Therefore, I finally had to drop off my medical certificate without giving it to him in person. I slid it into his office under the locked door. Then I emailed him when I got home, telling him my problem of giving him the medical certificate in person and that the certificate was now on the floor of his office.
He replied me this morning, saying that he asked all students to hand in their medical certificates after class in the week after the test and so he doubted if he should give me an exception.
What? What the hell are you talking about? I sent you 2 emails about my problem, and I talked to you after class about it. Are you blind, or are you deaf?? How can you be so irresponsible yet you blame it to your student?
I’m furious! It’s not my fault to take a long time to have a medical certificate filled out. It’s simply out of my control. I’ve arleady tried my best to get it done asap.
I called my doctor’s office and asked about it; I told the secretary to tell my doctor that my professor needed medical certificate asap.
Later when it was ready, I went to the office at 8a.m. to get the medical certificate back.
What did I do wrong?
Anyway, I wrote back using a really soft tone. I said things like:
“I was not sure if you clearly heard what I said about my situation because the classroom was noisy and there were other students trying to ask you questions.”
(I used a noisy classroom to cover up his fault.)
“I know things are getting really complicated here. I’m sorry, and I know it’s hard for you to keep track of every single issue of a class so big like this.”
(I blamed the class being too large as opposed to his inability to handle adminitrative issues.)
Well, I don’t think he’s gonna realize his problems. Pathetic!
If he really rejects my medical certificate, for sure I’ll appeal to my college or the department—whoever is in charge. I’ll make it big coz it’s totally not my fault, and I’m not gonna let someone so stupid and irresponsible to screw up my marks!
December 2nd, 2005