Classes
I have now experienced all my classes for the semester.
My science fiction class is geeky. It along with two of my other classes is hug, which correlates with the abysmal desk space in all three.
My education class is going to involve observing children, but im not sure where I'm supposed to go to do said observing. Plus there's a $100 course book.
And then my anthropology class is taught by a guy named Dickie- no joke- who gets nervous when talking in front of a class and starts telling stories, which I'm used to since some of my favorite teachers in high school did that, but if the Dick-Man doesn't tell INTERESTING stories it may be a problem, especially since there will be a great deal of "observing" assignments in this class as well as the education one, and I'm having flashbacks to senior year sociology when i was in a group that didn't like me and i was bad at the "inconspicuous observer" thing and i stayed up late at night wishing the world would hurry up so we could get to psychology and start studying brains and food-coloring-enhanced foods.
AND I have a once-a-week pass/fail two-credit lecture on landscape studies, which looks fascinating and I think I'll have a great time and they're going to talk about Iraq marshes and Botanic Gardens and all sorts of fascinating and useless stuff, and my only concern is that there are more papers in this class than in my ENGLISH class, which just seems wrong. This happened last semester too, though-- my landscape studies seminar had all these drafts for these papers and it was very hard, and then my english class just had three papers-- no drafts necessary-- and a very lenient grading system. argh. I hate not knowing if I'm going to die of stress or boredom. I mean, wouldn't you like to know which it was going to be if you were me?
And on top of the $100 education text book and the oxford-english-dictionary-sized packet of anthropology reading and the 80,000 science fiction books, I have to buy like 50 Guides to Greece for my summer athens course, and I know we're having meetings at Umass this semester but no one will tell me WHEN, and I have like 8 hours of kitchen work per week this semester so i wont really have time to leave campus for Umass meetings anyway, and I'm going to turn into a hermit, AND i have chorus and have to organize all the sectionals meetings because no one in my section actually wants to practice and dammit i don't speak french.
And yet, oddly enough, I still love Smith. Go figure.
...and then there's that all-year dead-Greek-language class...
My science fiction class is geeky. It along with two of my other classes is hug, which correlates with the abysmal desk space in all three.
My education class is going to involve observing children, but im not sure where I'm supposed to go to do said observing. Plus there's a $100 course book.
And then my anthropology class is taught by a guy named Dickie- no joke- who gets nervous when talking in front of a class and starts telling stories, which I'm used to since some of my favorite teachers in high school did that, but if the Dick-Man doesn't tell INTERESTING stories it may be a problem, especially since there will be a great deal of "observing" assignments in this class as well as the education one, and I'm having flashbacks to senior year sociology when i was in a group that didn't like me and i was bad at the "inconspicuous observer" thing and i stayed up late at night wishing the world would hurry up so we could get to psychology and start studying brains and food-coloring-enhanced foods.
AND I have a once-a-week pass/fail two-credit lecture on landscape studies, which looks fascinating and I think I'll have a great time and they're going to talk about Iraq marshes and Botanic Gardens and all sorts of fascinating and useless stuff, and my only concern is that there are more papers in this class than in my ENGLISH class, which just seems wrong. This happened last semester too, though-- my landscape studies seminar had all these drafts for these papers and it was very hard, and then my english class just had three papers-- no drafts necessary-- and a very lenient grading system. argh. I hate not knowing if I'm going to die of stress or boredom. I mean, wouldn't you like to know which it was going to be if you were me?
And on top of the $100 education text book and the oxford-english-dictionary-sized packet of anthropology reading and the 80,000 science fiction books, I have to buy like 50 Guides to Greece for my summer athens course, and I know we're having meetings at Umass this semester but no one will tell me WHEN, and I have like 8 hours of kitchen work per week this semester so i wont really have time to leave campus for Umass meetings anyway, and I'm going to turn into a hermit, AND i have chorus and have to organize all the sectionals meetings because no one in my section actually wants to practice and dammit i don't speak french.
And yet, oddly enough, I still love Smith. Go figure.
...and then there's that all-year dead-Greek-language class...