Last year, when I applied for the scholarship, I did so thinking I’d never get it because I was 33 years old and had already graduated in a different area (I applied for a bachelor’s in tech. I hold a languages degree).
It turned out that I was wrong and I was one of the 40 Brazilians given the scholarship.
It’s been 3 weeks of online classes so far.
My sincere take:
1 week: I don’t think I have ever seen a class being taught in that way. I mean, I understand different teaching styles but that was not a style, a technique or anything. It was totally an unprepared, unstructured week of classes. Not only that, the professor often screamed at students whenever they made mistakes, among other things.
2 week: our professor was traveling, participating in an event. We had classes at different times. It was scheduled but never started at said time.
3 week: well, I’m typing this while I take a deep breath. The professor hasn’t shown up yet. I haven’t mentioned it but our group is made of students from Africa and Asia (Africans, Middle Eastern, Asians) and I. So I’m the one sitting at the worst time zone. Classes start literally at 2 am for me. But I wanted to do it, right? So I never missed a class. My life has turned upside down. You can imagine what I’m feeling after 2 hours of waiting…
I needed to get at least this bit out of my chest. I never thought I’d be saying “well, maybe I shouldn’t go” but this thought is getting stronger on me. Disappointment is the word.
4 am here and off to bed I am. I tried, fellas. Good night
