Venting about favoritisim

Today, I am at the office because I had some students who couldn't do the oral exam tomorrow and needed to come in today instead.

A friend and someone else stopped by to visit. This other person is on scholarship from the country my subfield relates to, and is here for one semester to work with my adviser. She was trying out the keys the department secretary had given her for office space.

My adviser has enough time on her hands to take on a scholarship student, but not enough time to help me write my thesis, and that just got thrown in my face again today. When she left, my blood literally started to boil. I could feel tension in my chest, and it was as if someone had kicked me in the gut.

I am not from said country, so that makes me unworthy of help. How else a I supposed to interpret that? WTF.

In better news, two of my students really surprised me with their oral exam today. It was one of the best I've ever heard. My official evaluations from last semester are awesome. I also got into my second choice Ph.D. program with guaranteed funding for five years, so long as I make adequate progress. Even if I am the top candidate at Different State U, I have an even better option now. First Choice U. still hasn't sent out decisions yet, but Second Choice U. is pretty awesome, too.