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"We feel there is nothing more we can teach you at this time."
So, you know, I didn't go and get someone killed or anything drastic like that. (Also I would disagree, but what do I know? ... EVERYTHING, OBVIOUSLY.) (And, from the very little my instructor was told, that isn't what they were saying earlier! Which is it, guys.)
Still, it would have been really nice to have found this out from them instead of hearing it the way I did and having to play phone-tag all morning until someone was nice enough to go physically track down the woman in charge. (Thank you, nice person.)
(Then again, I guess I at least got that. I'd have been mortified - and probably angry beyond words - if I'd actually gone up there today only to be told to go home, we don't want you. Thank you, instructor, at least, for thinking that this might be a good thing to make sure I knew.)
I did at least calm down and come to my senses faster than usual yesterday. I imagine the therapy was a large factor in this. Could sort of feel my brain trying to run through what I was taught between the fits of freaking out. (Hey, look at me. I even played phone-tag all morning to get some answers and refrained from freaking out again during the process. Yaaay.)
Still dunno what now, though. Instructor said he'd sent my academic adviser a question about our next move, and he wants to just let me pass, but obviously neither of us can do anything about it until we hear back from her.
So, you know, I didn't go and get someone killed or anything drastic like that. (Also I would disagree, but what do I know? ... EVERYTHING, OBVIOUSLY.) (And, from the very little my instructor was told, that isn't what they were saying earlier! Which is it, guys.)
Still, it would have been really nice to have found this out from them instead of hearing it the way I did and having to play phone-tag all morning until someone was nice enough to go physically track down the woman in charge. (Thank you, nice person.)
(Then again, I guess I at least got that. I'd have been mortified - and probably angry beyond words - if I'd actually gone up there today only to be told to go home, we don't want you. Thank you, instructor, at least, for thinking that this might be a good thing to make sure I knew.)
I did at least calm down and come to my senses faster than usual yesterday. I imagine the therapy was a large factor in this. Could sort of feel my brain trying to run through what I was taught between the fits of freaking out. (Hey, look at me. I even played phone-tag all morning to get some answers and refrained from freaking out again during the process. Yaaay.)
Still dunno what now, though. Instructor said he'd sent my academic adviser a question about our next move, and he wants to just let me pass, but obviously neither of us can do anything about it until we hear back from her.
