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aegyptus noted that I didn't post my schedule for this semester, and I explained that I did so but made it a private post for my own purposes-- Henry Ford Community College doesn't sort your classes by starting time, so they just leave that for you to do on your own. However, I've realized that this is a deviation from my past scheduling, and that I should make it as easy as possible on any aspirant stalkers to kidnap and kill me between classes. So, from my private entry dated July 25, at 2:14 in the morning, with the mood of "tired" and the music being Modest Mouse's "Bankrupt on Selling"...
Tuesdays and Thursdays
All classes start 26 Aug 2006, except Intro to Psych which starts 19 Sep 2006. They all end on 14 Dec 2006.
10:10am-11:50pm: Intro to Psych
12:40pm-02:00pm: Ancient World Hist
02:10pm-03:30pm: Ethics
05:00pm-06:15pm: Prin of Chemistry
06:25pm-08:15pm: Prin of Chemisty Lab (Tuesdays only)
Ancient World History has a teacher who seriously bothers me. He constantly cites historical facts that conveniently prove that everything in the Bible is true (Did you know that they scientifically calculated the size and materials of Noah's Ark based on measurements given in the Bible, and then included the weight of every animal in existence, and came to the conclusion that it would really float? Yeah.) and I also suspect that his supplement to the book is The History Channel. He also has insane anecdotes about his childhood, and his dad being some sort of government agent and how they'd always get tailed by anonymous black vehicles, and how his mother did palm readings and told him he was going to die at 20. The first words I ever heard him utter after entering the first class about 5 minutes late were "So after the hijacking I was fired, and went back to school to become a teacher." Kelly's goth friend Becky sits next to me in this class, and we occasionally snicker at him.
My Ethics teacher is a little better. She's a slighty batty woman that I'd place at about sixty years old, and her major is in metaphysics. The class reflects this. We don't use a textbook because we have to write our own. In mid-September an eight-page paper on why I do what I do is due. I asked about guidelines and she said we write it however we want, and that she's gotten anything from poetry and eulogies to thesis papers. My notes read like a combination of a self-help book and a J.D. Salinger story.
Lastly, my chemistry teacher is Mr. Konstantinidas, a Greek man in his sixties. He's a human calculator, a published author, and he's qualified to teach English and Physics as well. Whenever he calls on girls he always puts "Lady" before their name, and he phrases things in a manner that's slightly off; just enough to keep me grinning and nearly giggling throughout the entire class. "I am here to answer one million questions, and don't worry," he says as he points to his head. "There is room in here for all questions."
Thus concludes the school post.
Tuesdays and Thursdays
All classes start 26 Aug 2006, except Intro to Psych which starts 19 Sep 2006. They all end on 14 Dec 2006.
10:10am-11:50pm: Intro to Psych
12:40pm-02:00pm: Ancient World Hist
02:10pm-03:30pm: Ethics
05:00pm-06:15pm: Prin of Chemistry
06:25pm-08:15pm: Prin of Chemisty Lab (Tuesdays only)
Ancient World History has a teacher who seriously bothers me. He constantly cites historical facts that conveniently prove that everything in the Bible is true (Did you know that they scientifically calculated the size and materials of Noah's Ark based on measurements given in the Bible, and then included the weight of every animal in existence, and came to the conclusion that it would really float? Yeah.) and I also suspect that his supplement to the book is The History Channel. He also has insane anecdotes about his childhood, and his dad being some sort of government agent and how they'd always get tailed by anonymous black vehicles, and how his mother did palm readings and told him he was going to die at 20. The first words I ever heard him utter after entering the first class about 5 minutes late were "So after the hijacking I was fired, and went back to school to become a teacher." Kelly's goth friend Becky sits next to me in this class, and we occasionally snicker at him.
My Ethics teacher is a little better. She's a slighty batty woman that I'd place at about sixty years old, and her major is in metaphysics. The class reflects this. We don't use a textbook because we have to write our own. In mid-September an eight-page paper on why I do what I do is due. I asked about guidelines and she said we write it however we want, and that she's gotten anything from poetry and eulogies to thesis papers. My notes read like a combination of a self-help book and a J.D. Salinger story.
Lastly, my chemistry teacher is Mr. Konstantinidas, a Greek man in his sixties. He's a human calculator, a published author, and he's qualified to teach English and Physics as well. Whenever he calls on girls he always puts "Lady" before their name, and he phrases things in a manner that's slightly off; just enough to keep me grinning and nearly giggling throughout the entire class. "I am here to answer one million questions, and don't worry," he says as he points to his head. "There is room in here for all questions."
Thus concludes the school post.