School started again today, and it's my last semester before moving on to a university. These are filler classes, electives -- basically, whatever is left over to fulfill the requirements of my degree, plus whatever it is that I happened to want to take.
One of the classes that is required of me is a biology class, and I'm only in the one I'm in because -- as I understand it -- it didn't involve cutting anything open. However, after today's first class, I have a problem.
Several, actually.
Problem 1 -- My teacher, though she may be brilliant, is from Mexico and has a very thick accent. Think Consuela from Family Guy, except she speaks much faster and her accent is much thicker.
Problem 2 -- My fellow students are idiots. One, at the front of the room, addressed the lecture hall at large four times and each and every single time he did, he managed to work his recent stint in the military into it. It's as if to say that he has nothing else left in his identity except for his service as a warrior, and disdains the rest of us because none of us have been blown up in Iraq or Afghanistan. Meanwhile, a student sitting beside me in the back of the lecture hall -- an Hispanic man -- kept a sarcastic running commentary in English and Spanish alike going on every-goddamn-thing the teacher or any other student said. It was a solid fifty minutes of uninterrupted blithering.
Problem 3 -- Going back to the teacher, this is her first year teaching. As such, she does not know how to use the online interactive feature provided by the school. Because of that, she does not know how to post assignments online, meaning that if you want to know what's due, you have to go hunting for it in the mishmash of Excel and Word documents. Meanwhile, because English is her second language, her pronunciations are creative, to put it kindly, as is her spelling.
This is going to suck horribly.
My other classes are fairly interesting, however. The Abnormal Psychology professor admitted to the class that he hates teaching Abnormal Psychology, but somebody has to do it. Later, the Creative Writing teacher danced on tables while reaching for blind cords dangling up near the ceiling. My Introduction to Criminal Justice class is taught by a cop, and the entire book for Social Psychology is online, meaning if you want to read, you're going to be glued to a screen.
But it all goes back to Biology. Ugh.
One of the classes that is required of me is a biology class, and I'm only in the one I'm in because -- as I understand it -- it didn't involve cutting anything open. However, after today's first class, I have a problem.
Several, actually.
Problem 1 -- My teacher, though she may be brilliant, is from Mexico and has a very thick accent. Think Consuela from Family Guy, except she speaks much faster and her accent is much thicker.
Problem 2 -- My fellow students are idiots. One, at the front of the room, addressed the lecture hall at large four times and each and every single time he did, he managed to work his recent stint in the military into it. It's as if to say that he has nothing else left in his identity except for his service as a warrior, and disdains the rest of us because none of us have been blown up in Iraq or Afghanistan. Meanwhile, a student sitting beside me in the back of the lecture hall -- an Hispanic man -- kept a sarcastic running commentary in English and Spanish alike going on every-goddamn-thing the teacher or any other student said. It was a solid fifty minutes of uninterrupted blithering.
Problem 3 -- Going back to the teacher, this is her first year teaching. As such, she does not know how to use the online interactive feature provided by the school. Because of that, she does not know how to post assignments online, meaning that if you want to know what's due, you have to go hunting for it in the mishmash of Excel and Word documents. Meanwhile, because English is her second language, her pronunciations are creative, to put it kindly, as is her spelling.
This is going to suck horribly.
My other classes are fairly interesting, however. The Abnormal Psychology professor admitted to the class that he hates teaching Abnormal Psychology, but somebody has to do it. Later, the Creative Writing teacher danced on tables while reaching for blind cords dangling up near the ceiling. My Introduction to Criminal Justice class is taught by a cop, and the entire book for Social Psychology is online, meaning if you want to read, you're going to be glued to a screen.
But it all goes back to Biology. Ugh.
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