School of the Art Institute of Chicago
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Research Quality | - | Research Availability | - |
Research Funding | C+ | Graduate Politics | - |
Errand Runners | - | Degree Completion | - |
Alternative pay [ta/gsi] | F | Sufficient Pay | F |
Competitiveness | F | Education Quality | F |
Faculty Accessibility | B+ | Useful Research | F |
Extracurriculars | F | Success-Understanding | F |
Surrounding City | A+ | Social Life/Environment | F |
"Individual" treatment | F | Friendliness | F |
Safety | A+ | Campus Beauty | A- |
Campus Maintenance | A | University Resource/spending | B |
Describes the student body as: Afraid, Broken SpiritDescribes the faculty as: Unhelpful, Self Absorbed |
Lowest Rating Alternative pay [ta/gsi] | F |
Highest Rating Surrounding City | A+ |
Major: Other (This Major's Salary over time)
Do NOT come here for an MFA Writing degree. Most of the classes are about NOTHING and/or EVERYTHING and thus, there is no frame to talk about student's work. I am in a class right now where the students can bring anything in like (and I am serious as a heart attack here), photographs of a building, a movie (NOT made by the student, or any student for that matter… just a movie, just because)and my all time favorite: dreams. Actual dreams. So the student recounts a dream and then after the teacher asks the class, "So what did you think about that dream?" "What did you think about the ending?" "Do you think the ending could be different in any way?" IT'S A DREAM, PEOPLE! The person went to bed, had a dream, then told us about the dream. Why, in. the. hell, are we critiquing a person's actual dream? Why. Why. Why am I here?This is just one of my classes. This place is great for dream analysis (not really), but if you are serious about writing, go somewhere else. Also, NO chance for TAship, so if you are attending graduate school because want to get some experience in that area to get a job teaching, go somewhere else. Basically, just go somewhere else, unless you like to spend a whole lotta money for no particular reason. kill me. dead. biggest, most expensive mistake of my life.