One of the most frustrating things about being a “seasoned” college student (that means old), is that sometimes I don’t know where I fit in with my professors. Several have been really young, (of course that’s relative. If you are 18, a 28-year-old professor seems ancient).
So I wonder how they see me.
Heck, I’m around college-aged men and women all day every day, including Sundays, since I have a campus calling, and even at home with my 19 and 21-year-old sons. Sometimes, I am caught off guard when I see myself in the mirror. I mean – I can’t believe I am that OLD. I feel young, all my classmates treat me as if I am young, (and thanks for that, guys. It means a lot). But the professors?
I have narrowed it down to two things:
- I scare them, therefore they ignore my comments and emails.
- They think I am ridiculous, therefore they ignore my comments and email.
Whatever it is, they should not ignore students’ comments and emails.
There. I said it.
I learned very quickly that MOST of my professors (and I should note, that I all my professors have been male, except for one this semester) have had no interest in being my friend, and that really grinds me. If I were to meet them in any other social circumstance, I think they would treat me differently.
But that’s the catch. If I was 19 or 20, and they saw me off campus, I think they’d politely greet me and move on.
So I can’t have it both ways, I guess. I suppose if they are treating me like a 19 or 20 year old, it’s fair. But golly – it sure makes me feel awkward. Isn’t there some kind of happy medium?
I’m no different than an other student. All I ever wanted, was to be acknowledged, and validated.