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I was in a bit of a funk this morning. And last night.
But then I went to class, and I'm in a better mood.
I'm officially in love with my history professor. He's absolutely hilarious. Quite similar to Dr. Olendzenski, whose classes I miss terribly. Dr. Ringawa just has all these little quips that he puts out every ten seconds. And even though they're really random and miniscule, they're hilarious. I'm really excited for Monday's class, and am kinda disappointed that I won't be here Friday. Which reminds me that I have to email him about that.
My math professor, on the other hand, is a completely different story. When she first walked in, I thought she was a student. For real. She just graduated from UMass this past May, and now she's back for her Master's Degree in finance, and she's also teaching four classes and working in the tutoring lab. She knows what she's talking about. I can tell that much about her. At first I thought that she'd be incompetant and Oh god, now I'm not going to fucking understand anything. But I can tell that she knows the material really well, so she should at least be able to present us with correct information. However, she can't really command the attention of the class very well. The only way so far she's really been able to do that is because the majority of the class consists of guys, so we all know why they'd have all eyes on her. But she can't really articulate her thoughts, and she says the word "um" about ten times in every sentence. But I'll cut her some slack, because I can't even imagine how hard it must be to be working for her degree at night and have to be teaching and tutoring all day. I just hope she can manage her time well so that none of us start drooling when she goes on about populations and samples, etc.
Ew, I really don't want to do this english assignment. Of course I'm going to, because it'd be pretty lame of me to weasel out of the very first assignment of the semester. If I were to do that I might as well just drop the course. But oh well.
I'm exhausted.
And I'm excited for tomorrow.
But I can tell that english is going to go by rather slowly.
But then all I have to do is pack, and then I'm out of here for three days.
Peace.
But then I went to class, and I'm in a better mood.
I'm officially in love with my history professor. He's absolutely hilarious. Quite similar to Dr. Olendzenski, whose classes I miss terribly. Dr. Ringawa just has all these little quips that he puts out every ten seconds. And even though they're really random and miniscule, they're hilarious. I'm really excited for Monday's class, and am kinda disappointed that I won't be here Friday. Which reminds me that I have to email him about that.
My math professor, on the other hand, is a completely different story. When she first walked in, I thought she was a student. For real. She just graduated from UMass this past May, and now she's back for her Master's Degree in finance, and she's also teaching four classes and working in the tutoring lab. She knows what she's talking about. I can tell that much about her. At first I thought that she'd be incompetant and Oh god, now I'm not going to fucking understand anything. But I can tell that she knows the material really well, so she should at least be able to present us with correct information. However, she can't really command the attention of the class very well. The only way so far she's really been able to do that is because the majority of the class consists of guys, so we all know why they'd have all eyes on her. But she can't really articulate her thoughts, and she says the word "um" about ten times in every sentence. But I'll cut her some slack, because I can't even imagine how hard it must be to be working for her degree at night and have to be teaching and tutoring all day. I just hope she can manage her time well so that none of us start drooling when she goes on about populations and samples, etc.
Ew, I really don't want to do this english assignment. Of course I'm going to, because it'd be pretty lame of me to weasel out of the very first assignment of the semester. If I were to do that I might as well just drop the course. But oh well.
I'm exhausted.
And I'm excited for tomorrow.
But I can tell that english is going to go by rather slowly.
But then all I have to do is pack, and then I'm out of here for three days.
Peace.