Back in the heart of Uni

I am now on week 4 of my university semester.  I am struggling and I admit it.  I am actually getting the feeling that it is the study that is bringing me down these days.

I have been doing a one year course part time so i can be qualified at what I already do for a living.  Yup, that is right, I need to get a piece of paper so I can continue to do the job I have more than capably been doing for the past four years.

I get annoyed and then depressed when I do these courses that are in essence teaching me to suck eggs.  Why am I annoyed at them?  Well it has a lot to do with narcissism and I am not talking about my own.  First semester, and now this one, I have been told that I MUST purchase the text to the course so I organise this.  The text also happens to be written by the lecturer so no favouritism there and I have not even opened the book.  Passed the course.  Never looked at it.  How does this happen?

And then there is the pure idiocy of what they are trying to teach me.  They literally teach me 40 escalating ways to express your concern at behaviour.  number 1, ignore it.  Number two, look at them and let them know you have noticed the inappropriate behaviour and then look away.  And the dribble goes on.

I just need to vent.  I am sorry but this effort in creating red tape is actually working to drive me away from my current job (if you have not guessed, I am a teacher) than encouraging me to work harder.  I understand the intent but with the quality of the course I seriously wonder at why they need me to get it.  I have done harder in house vocational courses than this uni degree.

Rant over.  I apologise.  It is just the view from my window is looking particularly bleak today.