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I had my first class of the semester today at "U will Never Finish." This place...eh, there are no words. Because of the jacked up way they do things (who the fuck starts Fall registration IMMEDIATELY after spring ends?!), the paltry selection of classes, and most prereqs scheduled at the same day/time, I am not going to be able to graduate next fall. That pisses me off.
I stopped by the book store to copy the ISBN of my texts so I could more easily look them up online. I find the book for MMCwhatever-bullshit-number-they-gave-it and from the title, "Cognitive Psychology of Mass Media," I figured this class had promise. It should be quite dynamic and interesting. HA! The prof is this newly graduated Phd who has a lot of knowledge, but the teaching skills of a puddle of mud - and from what I can tell, a personality to match. I'll give him credit for being prepared, but really he could have passed out his outline for class and skipped the lecture. Which brings me to the last bit I'll say for tonight. He is a native Chinese and overpronounces his "r's" giving him this robot from the 80's voice. What the...?
I stopped by the book store to copy the ISBN of my texts so I could more easily look them up online. I find the book for MMCwhatever-bullshit-number-they-gave-it and from the title, "Cognitive Psychology of Mass Media," I figured this class had promise. It should be quite dynamic and interesting. HA! The prof is this newly graduated Phd who has a lot of knowledge, but the teaching skills of a puddle of mud - and from what I can tell, a personality to match. I'll give him credit for being prepared, but really he could have passed out his outline for class and skipped the lecture. Which brings me to the last bit I'll say for tonight. He is a native Chinese and overpronounces his "r's" giving him this robot from the 80's voice. What the...?