Monday, January 10, 2005
Today was the first day of Kirkwood classes. I hate the first day of class. "Okay everybody, let's spend fifty minutes going over the syllabus in excruciating detail, then we can go around the room and let everybody tell the class their unabridged life story for the next two hours!" Honestly, I hate it when the first class is a freebie during which teacher and students, slackers alike, can waste time. I know this is a somewhat uniquely hardassed attitude, especially from somebody with such a poor academic record as mine, but it's really the way I feel. That and I really don't have much interest in getting to know my classmates. Or maybe it's just winter and I'm abnormally bastardly.
But my favorite class last semester was Europe in the Age of Nationalism: a class with painful amounts of reading, three-hour tests that really DID take three hours to do, a somewhat detached and indifferent teacher who never knew or seemed to care what my name was (let alone where I was born and what my favorite food is), and information overload lectures that often ran far, far past the actual end of the class period. I can't figure it out... am I a slacker? I don't think so.
I can't wait until I'm back at the University.
But my favorite class last semester was Europe in the Age of Nationalism: a class with painful amounts of reading, three-hour tests that really DID take three hours to do, a somewhat detached and indifferent teacher who never knew or seemed to care what my name was (let alone where I was born and what my favorite food is), and information overload lectures that often ran far, far past the actual end of the class period. I can't figure it out... am I a slacker? I don't think so.
I can't wait until I'm back at the University.
