My Worst Experience in College Ever
“My Worst Experience in College Ever”
Well, all this happened a few years ago, when I was studying Interior Design in one of the most recognized school in Puerto Rico. I had these unique teacher/professor/principal, that was the most arrogant and selfish person I ever meet. He was (maybe he still) so disrespectful with everyone including me. I’m not the kind of person that shuts up to receive a disrespectful commentary about my person or my work when I know that I did my best to impress. Passing the first months he was getting worst. Every Thursday we had to present a work in front of the class and a judge panel about 4 or 5 people, people choose by him and most of them friend of, people arrogant, people who think that they deserve everything in the whole world. One day he assigned us a project about important architects. Mine was “Robert Venturi” he was a pioneer in the contradiction and complexity in architectural structures. I made this unique and super structured presentation and once again he was unaccomplished with my work, with common disrespectful words he described my work as crap. At that point I was so mad and frustrated that the only thing I wanted to do was jump over him and punches his face. One day in our break, me and a couple of friends where in the alley and I heard him talking about this great design that he suppostly did for an important person. When he started to describe the work I realized that he was talking about a design I made for him in the start of the course. My friends heard it too and one of the girls took my arm and told me “come inside the room because this is not the place to start to argue” I spend all that months being carefully with my language when I talked to him because he was the principal and all that stuff, but I was so angry inside that that was the day I finally reach my boiling point. When he came into the room, the Royal Rumble Starts. He started to talk how successful he
Well, all this happened a few years ago, when I was studying Interior Design in one of the most recognized school in Puerto Rico. I had these unique teacher/professor/principal, that was the most arrogant and selfish person I ever meet. He was (maybe he still) so disrespectful with everyone including me. I’m not the kind of person that shuts up to receive a disrespectful commentary about my person or my work when I know that I did my best to impress. Passing the first months he was getting worst. Every Thursday we had to present a work in front of the class and a judge panel about 4 or 5 people, people choose by him and most of them friend of, people arrogant, people who think that they deserve everything in the whole world. One day he assigned us a project about important architects. Mine was “Robert Venturi” he was a pioneer in the contradiction and complexity in architectural structures. I made this unique and super structured presentation and once again he was unaccomplished with my work, with common disrespectful words he described my work as crap. At that point I was so mad and frustrated that the only thing I wanted to do was jump over him and punches his face. One day in our break, me and a couple of friends where in the alley and I heard him talking about this great design that he suppostly did for an important person. When he started to describe the work I realized that he was talking about a design I made for him in the start of the course. My friends heard it too and one of the girls took my arm and told me “come inside the room because this is not the place to start to argue” I spend all that months being carefully with my language when I talked to him because he was the principal and all that stuff, but I was so angry inside that that was the day I finally reach my boiling point. When he came into the room, the Royal Rumble Starts. He started to talk how successful he