No Gods No Masters (Degree)
Oh boy this is triggering some PTSD for me…
story time…on Uni I had two internships for IT, both arranged via school, and both went disastrous.
The first one, I had communicated many times with the company (General Electric Plastics in Bergen op Zoom) about the date we were going to start (upto 1 week before we were due to begin), and about the assignment and everything. And the person who was going to be our guide had assured me (and a fellow student) that all was arranged, and not to worry about anything. We arrive at the company on a Monday morning, and that guide told us: “oh is that today? Sorry, I thought you were going to start next week. But no matter, you’re here now.” And when we asked to meet the team we were going to work with, he said: “Oh yeah, about that project… that was finished last week.”
Wait, what?!
“But we’ll find something suitable for you guys, lets find you a workspace”.
We were dumped in some closet with at that time already ancient PCs. And we reported all this to school, with barely any response from them, they just told us to keep asking for news about the assignment, which we did. And we kept them abreast of everything, and wrote reports that they requested.
Eventually we got something to do, I was tasked with figuring out some CRM system (that barely ran on my prehistoric PC), and my fellow student had some other task. After 6 months of doing this, and some odd jobs within the company, we had to present our results to the school. During that presentation, our professor had the audacity to say that we didn’t show enough initiative. To this day I do not know what we could’ve done more than we did. It was that bad, that my fellow student dropped out completely and went to work for a kitchen factory in town.The second one, I had found a communication company in the listings, that was close to where I lived, so that was perfect. I had to create a complete Content Management System in ASP (not even .net yet), including a forum and a back-end so that they could close off parts to certain customers. It was a fun time, and I made my reports as requested, and I always asked for feedback from school about my reports, if they were up to snuff. I got some valuable feedback from my guide at the company, but the professor (a different one this time, at my request) said that my reports were perfectly fine, he never had any comments on it.
I worked my butt off, and the communications company loved what I managed to produce in 6 months by myself. (basically a copy of PHPBB but written from the ground up in ASP, with several features that didn’t even exist for PHPBB yet, it worked perfectly. And they used it for many years after I left)
Then came presentation time, and this time there were 2 professors grading my work. And that second professor told me that my reports were completely insufficient (“why didn’t you ask for feedback?” “I did” “Well, clearly not emphatic enough”), and that as far as school was concerned I had failed my internship. And the only way to save it was to redo all the reports. My guide at the company said that he thought it was absolute bullshit, but even he couldn’t budge the school. In the end I had no choice but to rewrite all the reports, all the documentations, and do the presentation all over again.
This and some personal stuff caused a deep depression within me.
Good supervision would’ve helped, but I never got any.Fucking HIO at Avans Hogeschool Breda. You sucked!
Welcome to the club, it’s called everyone and we meet at the bar.
Good pup
Works for Master’s too. Until they show up and say “what if we did…” and expand your scope again.
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PhD students
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Not what nature intended, tbh.
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PhD students
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That is the easiest image to hear that I’ve seen in a while.
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They literally told me this when I was visiting grad schools. I didn’t go to that school.
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They made sure that you were teaching your classes, maintaining the reputation of the school, causing no problems for the admins, and serving your function within capitalism, right? That’s what really matters.
Me in undergrad. :/
Leftover food from a catered talk/conference
or if thier job market is even viable.
Meeting my supervisor is like playing Whack-a-mole.
Disregard what I told you last time and do it like this.
- my supervisor at every meeting
Mine asked the same questions every week as if he was caught in a time loop.
He had little understanding of what we were doing and couldn’t remember the answers we gave from one week to the next.
Are you an LLM?
YOU ARE THE BEST BOEY
