I'll make this as short and sweet as I can, because at the moment I have a pounding headache brought on by school.
Long story short, I've been a worker or employee in some form or fashion for the past 12 years. I haven't been an actual student since 2000. I'm finding it a little difficult to make the adjustment and I feel overwhelmed. I have eight classes, and among the things I suddenly have to do, I have to learn Spanish, read and analyze American literature as reprinted in the Norton Anthology of Excruciatingly Boring Stories (this week: Edith Wharton!), learn about psychology, and re-learn algebra all over again. I have eight classes, a number which always causes people's eyes to bug and jaws to drop.
The classes are:
Introduction to Computers
Elementary Spanish
Elementary Spanish Lab
Linear Equations
Graphing Equations
Introduction to Psychology
Introduction to Intercultural Communication
Modern American Literature
Some of these classes are "mini-mesters" that will wind up eventually. The two math classes are like that, and when the first one ends, the second begins. Likewise the psychology and communication classes.
On top of this I'm trying to find part-time work. I go in for an interview on Tuesday with an outfit that would be a step in the right direction for the field I want to eventually work in. If I get that job, I'm going to ask for a name change on here, in fact.
Anyway, I come out of some of my homework with a throbbing headache. Math does it to me every time. Likewise, it seems the good people at Norton deliberately picked the dullest, most pointless stories they could find, and I am forced to read them and then analyze them -- and I've learned I'm more capable of bullshit than I ever imagined, what with trying to explain the significance of the goddamn frog in Mark Twain's "The Notorious Jumping Frog of Calaveras County," which was last week's foray into America's most stultifying literature.
I'm not used to thinking like this. I was a hotel slave, and then a factory grunt. I thought about what I wanted to think about, learned what I wanted to learn, and the rest of the time was involved in carrying out menial tasks. Now suddenly I'm having to learn and I have forgotten how. In the case of the Norton Anthology of Excruciatingly Boring Stories, my brain is in open rebellion. I had to force myself to read Mark Twain, and now I'm having to force myself to read Edith Wharton, the next luminary in the boring author pantheon.
And lest we forget, I'm trying to learn to speak Spanish, and relearning algebra on top of all this. I had a headache from math before I went out for lunch today, and it got much worse after my boyfriend, who is fluent in Spanish, tried to help me learn a little on the way back from lunch.
Help!
Long story short, I've been a worker or employee in some form or fashion for the past 12 years. I haven't been an actual student since 2000. I'm finding it a little difficult to make the adjustment and I feel overwhelmed. I have eight classes, and among the things I suddenly have to do, I have to learn Spanish, read and analyze American literature as reprinted in the Norton Anthology of Excruciatingly Boring Stories (this week: Edith Wharton!), learn about psychology, and re-learn algebra all over again. I have eight classes, a number which always causes people's eyes to bug and jaws to drop.
The classes are:
Introduction to Computers
Elementary Spanish
Elementary Spanish Lab
Linear Equations
Graphing Equations
Introduction to Psychology
Introduction to Intercultural Communication
Modern American Literature
Some of these classes are "mini-mesters" that will wind up eventually. The two math classes are like that, and when the first one ends, the second begins. Likewise the psychology and communication classes.
On top of this I'm trying to find part-time work. I go in for an interview on Tuesday with an outfit that would be a step in the right direction for the field I want to eventually work in. If I get that job, I'm going to ask for a name change on here, in fact.
Anyway, I come out of some of my homework with a throbbing headache. Math does it to me every time. Likewise, it seems the good people at Norton deliberately picked the dullest, most pointless stories they could find, and I am forced to read them and then analyze them -- and I've learned I'm more capable of bullshit than I ever imagined, what with trying to explain the significance of the goddamn frog in Mark Twain's "The Notorious Jumping Frog of Calaveras County," which was last week's foray into America's most stultifying literature.
I'm not used to thinking like this. I was a hotel slave, and then a factory grunt. I thought about what I wanted to think about, learned what I wanted to learn, and the rest of the time was involved in carrying out menial tasks. Now suddenly I'm having to learn and I have forgotten how. In the case of the Norton Anthology of Excruciatingly Boring Stories, my brain is in open rebellion. I had to force myself to read Mark Twain, and now I'm having to force myself to read Edith Wharton, the next luminary in the boring author pantheon.
And lest we forget, I'm trying to learn to speak Spanish, and relearning algebra on top of all this. I had a headache from math before I went out for lunch today, and it got much worse after my boyfriend, who is fluent in Spanish, tried to help me learn a little on the way back from lunch.
Help!

Example: If your Introduction to Intercultural Communication course is anything like my Communicating Through Cultures class from last semester, you will be able to do the work in your sleep.



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