(no subject)
haaaa. Hasnt even been a week and this semester is looking...interesting. My math class, depending on which way you look at it, is a blessing or a curse due to its near remedial status. Today's lesson, in the lab on thursday morning at 8am no less, was comprehending big numbers. How do we do this? with estimation! I was the only kid in the class who knew what the fiboncci sequence was and the kid next to me laughs at his calculator when equating what a 20% tip would be for a 20 dollar meal.
Oh my. At least it'll be easy. I have other, much more unexepected hassles in my other classes. Methods of research for psych majors demands a daily look over and intensive writing. Public speaking, already a weak and horrible area for me, is made dualy worse by the teacher being so bland and plain in every way im confident it is simply a cover for a thrilling life of fighting crime, or bondange slavery for hire or something.
The first speech to be given is about someone who influenced you. Aside from being the most generic topic on the planet, its made much more gruesome by removing anything that could possibly make it fun. The ruberic is literally: Introduce yourself, introduce your topic and review the three areas of the speach (1. backround, 2. influence and 3. where they are now) then repeat the three areas for the body. then repeat the same three areas in the closing while adding goodbyes and thank yous. Now...maybe this is how public speaking should be done, and im just sorely lacking in adhereing to this insane sense of rigidity, but its more likely its this mind-numbing sense of rigidity that makes it such a bastard to me.
A new kid across the hall in the house from me was blaring "i am the walrus" as i was moving in. We've since become good friends and smoked alot of dope to pass the agonizing amount of time there is to waste.
The benches outside where i am writing this were given to the student center by the graduating class of 2004. The quote on it is by doctor suess. a degree granting instuitition sending its class off into the world armed with the knowledge and compassion of a childrens writer. christ.
Oh my. At least it'll be easy. I have other, much more unexepected hassles in my other classes. Methods of research for psych majors demands a daily look over and intensive writing. Public speaking, already a weak and horrible area for me, is made dualy worse by the teacher being so bland and plain in every way im confident it is simply a cover for a thrilling life of fighting crime, or bondange slavery for hire or something.
The first speech to be given is about someone who influenced you. Aside from being the most generic topic on the planet, its made much more gruesome by removing anything that could possibly make it fun. The ruberic is literally: Introduce yourself, introduce your topic and review the three areas of the speach (1. backround, 2. influence and 3. where they are now) then repeat the three areas for the body. then repeat the same three areas in the closing while adding goodbyes and thank yous. Now...maybe this is how public speaking should be done, and im just sorely lacking in adhereing to this insane sense of rigidity, but its more likely its this mind-numbing sense of rigidity that makes it such a bastard to me.
A new kid across the hall in the house from me was blaring "i am the walrus" as i was moving in. We've since become good friends and smoked alot of dope to pass the agonizing amount of time there is to waste.
The benches outside where i am writing this were given to the student center by the graduating class of 2004. The quote on it is by doctor suess. a degree granting instuitition sending its class off into the world armed with the knowledge and compassion of a childrens writer. christ.