I want to go home!

Tuesday, I received an email notification that my package finally arrived. (USPS Express mail still takes 2 weeks in Turkey.) So I run to the PTT Office before class and I'm given a form in Turkish to read. I look at the guy and ask for an English verison and he laughs. I waited about a minuet before a Koc student came in. The PTT guy asked the Turkish student for help and the student proceeded to laugh and then roughly translate that I needed to go to the customs location 2 hours away. I was so mad when I left. (That is part of the reason I've waited to post this.)

I arrive to class with customs heavy on my brain. My least favorite professor Canir Bakir who teaches International Political Economy arrives late and decides to finally take care of house keeping items. He started talking about the midterm and I replied when can I see it since we took it three weeks ago and I am taking my final tomorrow morning. The professor seemed to have a bit of an attitude and continued on with the class. A few minuets later he takes out a Turkish newspaper to read to the class. The only thing he translates is the header. I got annoyed and speak with Lexie as the professor has conducted atleast 25% of every class in Turkish. He turns to me and asks if I have a question I say no. Then I reply to Lexie why would I ask a question when he told a guy during midterm review not to ask questions in class. The professor turns to me again and asks me what he just said. I replied I understand what you are saying when you speak in English but not in Turkish. I'm pretty sure this made him angry as he cut me off numerous times while I recited his words.

After class I headed to his office with two other exchange students to see my midterm grade. I wasn't thrilled about the grade but I expected it since he's still of test was theory based and I'm not good at it. So any way the professor turns to me, looks me in the eyes and asks is it higher or lower than I expected. At that point I was fed up and had decided to write a letter to the Dean of Academics.

I left the professors office for the exchange office and I was told that I had to go across town to pick up my package and to bring 100TL with me in case I had to pay a huge amount for my package.

Overall this day was one of two bad days at Koc. As I felt a weight on my shoulders and my patience thining.