Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Journal Post

I'm going to use this thing like a journal now, so suck it up, dear reader(s). Feel free not to read this thing, but I have to write. It's good practice.

This is the second week of school and I kind of feel a little overwhelmed. I'm taking 16 hours this semester, and on top of that, my managers at work are wanting to increase my hours up to almost 40 a week. You know, just enough to where I'm not full-time, just enough so they don't have to give me benefits or vacation time. Yeah.  So anyway, my classes are really piling on the homework. Especially my intro to fiction class. I'm supposed to write something down in a journal daily, for at least an hour, but I honestly don't have that kind of time. Between the other five classes I'm taking, it's hard enough to even finish the homework I have to get done.

Also, I want to tell you about my least favorite class and my favorite class. Because being in the middle is boring unless you're part of a sandwich. My least favorite class this semester is my Popular Music in American Culture class. It's one of those giant lecture hall classes where you never meet the teacher except through his ranting, and he certainly never meets you unless there's a problem. This is great in the sense that I don't like the class and that will go unnoticed because the teacher will not notice me.

This is not so great because the teacher thinks he's got the big balls or something, I don't know. This guy is really into his power trip. On the first day, he kept us late after class to ramble on about whatever inane thing he was rambling about, and some student decided to leave because it was after class time. The "teacher" called him out, yelling at him to sit back down, and the guy said "no thanks," walking out the door.

I have to admire that guy's balls.

Anyway, so the professor yells to his TAs (he has 3 of them for some reason. 3!) to count the guy absent. Better yet, drop him from the class because of his "bad manners." How does the teacher even know the guy's name? He doesn't. How does he expect to drop the kid from the class? Who knows? Why even have schedules if you're not going to abide by them?

I was late to my next class. Thanks, Prof. Dick.

Anyway, my favorite class is Technical Editing (so far). I really enjoy copy editing and proofreading, so this class is going to go very well for me, I think. I also think it's going to be a lot of hard work. On our first quiz, I totally found a typo and called the teacher out on it. Felt good.

Okay, bye!

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