well today was…okay. on the upshot, got my first english class (I’d started liking the prof before ever even setting eyes on her, because she’d e-mailed us before anything started), and it sounds pretty awesome, even though it’s all essays. (…DDDDx) Before this, I totally did not fully appreciate Tech. Like, getting together in groups was normal for me and whoever had Lehrman the competant teachers English at Tech (well, my [brief] involvement with Horizons helped that along a bit, as the entire thing is a workshop), but the prof was talking like some people had never done it before, which I was “>_> um so my english class experience isn’t normal?” at. >_>
Chemistry doesn’t promise to be too bad, but ionno, I keep getting the unnerving feeling that even though he says it is so easy even a caveman can do it, I will turn out to be those incompetent ones who will, despite all odds, fuck up in this class ANYWAY. Dx
Vocab Building is a joke. :| I was looking at it, and when I asked, my advisor told me it was hard. I was happily expecting back-breaking work and lists of huge and even almost incomprehensible words and roots. But what happened was there are a lot of ESL students in it. That’s not what I have beef with, though; what gets under my skin is that the prof was teaching it at a FOURTH GRADE level. Like, seriously, even though English is these peeps’ second language, they are college students. I think they know what a fucking noun is. He seriously was telling us what a noun was. I just wanted to walk out of that class, ugh. I have to get out of that class. Not that he doesn’t actually teach us anything on the Greek and Latin roots of English words, but one of the goals in that class is “a higher level of reading and aural comprehension of English,” which is like, a wimpy fourth grade objective and such a waste of my time and $500+. :|
Oh and there was a ~2 hour gap between the penultimate and last class. I swear, I will have iron buttocks at the end of the semester. =_=;; On the upshot, I wasn’t sitting on concrete (was sitting on wood instead), and it was in a nice, somewhat-isolated place. :3 If I weren’t so into my book, I may have been able to write there. :3 (Yeah, I have issues writing in public. Except, apparently, in a noisy restaurant, where everyone is, like, seated and you’re not in an open space for people to stare at. I could go sit in the grass, but I have issues with sitting in the grass in the form of a phobia called “OH MY FUCKING GOD BUG UP MY ASSBUGUPMYASSSAVEMEEEEEEEEEEEE”.)