"I will destroy that place, that time so I can change my life"
Well, it's official. I think Organic Chem II is going to wind up making me a chewtoy.
. . . I have a red pen on my desk. Where did that come from? Oo; . . . moving on.
Luckily, the class will have six exams and a final (Yay for meeeee. . . only it means so much more stress). I think he does it as a way of helping us survive. We'll see how I adjust to it. I mean, after all, it means I have that much less to memorize and lump into my poor little skull. I took a look at the syllabus and it seemed pretty bad. However! I have forgotten all that the guest lecturers attempted to teach. And he's reviewing, so now it's like trying to learn it for the first time. I think this is a strange but almost wonderful advantage of my goldfish memory.
Conservation Bio will be a violent and bloody battlefield of viewpoints. Can't. Fucking. Wait. We're allowed to drag religion into it if we want (in my case, I suppose I'll be perverting that viewpoint) in addition to getting to read papers on conservation attempts and experiments and critiquing. We apparently gathered the knowledge of if a person used good research methods in Ecology. So now that comes into play in a new way.
I really shouldn't get so excited over a class.
The same instructor will also be helping me gear up for my Masters degree. If I'm lucky, I'll be helping them in research and getting a job here for the summer helping with that. Oh. And to help minimize the cost of going for my graduate degree, I might end up as a teacher for a while.
. . . yea. Think on that for a little while.
Figure drawing is. . . intense. I'm surprised how long a 2-4:50 class of drawing seems and how much it can take out of me. New respect for Rose and the classes she takes Oo; I'm also going to be required to go out into the community for places that have models and draw there. For the purpose of seeing how professionals do what they do apparently. Man, that'll be a humbling experience. Not like the second class wasn't anyways. I'm going to be financially raped in order to get my supplies for this (newsprint ahooooyyy).
Halo is the main form of relaxation. I suck at being the Zombie. Two of them I can take (wa hahaha) but three good players against me is slaughter. It'll take a long time to get to an acceptable level. I have the unlucky fate of being easily found by one of the better players (I hate you lots, Matt). Though they had something amusing to say when I put my arms over my newly aquired male's shoulders and set my chin on his head.
Kikky) . . . Kill them. Kill them all. *wanders off to find a spot to watch*
Matt) See, that's the sort of support a guy needs!
I'm enjoying it all while I can. It won't last long. But just live things a day at a time; it's more fun.
. . . I have a red pen on my desk. Where did that come from? Oo; . . . moving on.
Luckily, the class will have six exams and a final (Yay for meeeee. . . only it means so much more stress). I think he does it as a way of helping us survive. We'll see how I adjust to it. I mean, after all, it means I have that much less to memorize and lump into my poor little skull. I took a look at the syllabus and it seemed pretty bad. However! I have forgotten all that the guest lecturers attempted to teach. And he's reviewing, so now it's like trying to learn it for the first time. I think this is a strange but almost wonderful advantage of my goldfish memory.
Conservation Bio will be a violent and bloody battlefield of viewpoints. Can't. Fucking. Wait. We're allowed to drag religion into it if we want (in my case, I suppose I'll be perverting that viewpoint) in addition to getting to read papers on conservation attempts and experiments and critiquing. We apparently gathered the knowledge of if a person used good research methods in Ecology. So now that comes into play in a new way.
I really shouldn't get so excited over a class.
The same instructor will also be helping me gear up for my Masters degree. If I'm lucky, I'll be helping them in research and getting a job here for the summer helping with that. Oh. And to help minimize the cost of going for my graduate degree, I might end up as a teacher for a while.
. . . yea. Think on that for a little while.
Figure drawing is. . . intense. I'm surprised how long a 2-4:50 class of drawing seems and how much it can take out of me. New respect for Rose and the classes she takes Oo; I'm also going to be required to go out into the community for places that have models and draw there. For the purpose of seeing how professionals do what they do apparently. Man, that'll be a humbling experience. Not like the second class wasn't anyways. I'm going to be financially raped in order to get my supplies for this (newsprint ahooooyyy).
Halo is the main form of relaxation. I suck at being the Zombie. Two of them I can take (wa hahaha) but three good players against me is slaughter. It'll take a long time to get to an acceptable level. I have the unlucky fate of being easily found by one of the better players (I hate you lots, Matt). Though they had something amusing to say when I put my arms over my newly aquired male's shoulders and set my chin on his head.
Kikky) . . . Kill them. Kill them all. *wanders off to find a spot to watch*
Matt) See, that's the sort of support a guy needs!
I'm enjoying it all while I can. It won't last long. But just live things a day at a time; it's more fun.