Welcome to the world of Academia; we grind your hopes and dreams to make our bread.
Instead of spring boarding into a greater, more prosperous year, I've scrapped and hobbled and have thus decided I'm not impressed. (lol -em) Lord's might forbid I be so melodramatic as to say that school is horrible and the cause of my sorrows, but it is a concern.
So, the night I got back I found out the hospital had sent me ANOTHER enormous bill for simply sitting in their waiting room after I'd called them and given them my insurance information, I also was informed that the stop on my registration barring me from Drop/Add still hadn't been lifted, I fell out of my bed (5ft off the ground) luckily unharmed, and the next morning, I woke up to find that my 450 dollar bike my parents had given me as a graduation present had been stolen. Oh, Tallahassee, good to be fucking back.
I NEED to get out of my Intro to Cultural Anthropology; this woman's accent is so thick I spent a quarter of the time in the introductory class deciphering what she was trying to tell me.
My math teacher is crazy, but not the head-for-the-hills, hide the women and children type crazy, but amiable loon type crazy. Explained how to discern whether a parabola opens up or down with smilie faces, it was great. He's got an accent, but is understandable; the real problem is that he's clearly one of those people who's absolutely brilliant, but when he's trying to explain something to us he can't break it down in a way we understand. In an effort to help us better understand the quadratic equation and how you'd get the x of the vertex from it, he actually DERIVED how you'd find x= (-b/(2a)) from y=ax^2+bx+c.....Meanwhile, the class went "Wot?" I eventually figured out what he was doing, couldn't have hoped to replicate it worth my life, but understood his intent. I couldn't stop laughing.
Chorus is one of the most beautiful things I've every witnessed in my life. We blended better than my women's chorus in high school after my choral director had spent DAYS working with us. So....wonderful.....
My german teacher is Dumbledor in flannel....it's awesome. The class scares the life out of me though. It's intermediate, so we're supposed to being working on conversational german, meaning all we speak in is german. Holy mother of God. The review I need to do it insane and I come back from that class every night feeling exhausted.
It's not that it's unreasonable; I'm just feeling drained and it's only my second day......
So, the night I got back I found out the hospital had sent me ANOTHER enormous bill for simply sitting in their waiting room after I'd called them and given them my insurance information, I also was informed that the stop on my registration barring me from Drop/Add still hadn't been lifted, I fell out of my bed (5ft off the ground) luckily unharmed, and the next morning, I woke up to find that my 450 dollar bike my parents had given me as a graduation present had been stolen. Oh, Tallahassee, good to be fucking back.
I NEED to get out of my Intro to Cultural Anthropology; this woman's accent is so thick I spent a quarter of the time in the introductory class deciphering what she was trying to tell me.
My math teacher is crazy, but not the head-for-the-hills, hide the women and children type crazy, but amiable loon type crazy. Explained how to discern whether a parabola opens up or down with smilie faces, it was great. He's got an accent, but is understandable; the real problem is that he's clearly one of those people who's absolutely brilliant, but when he's trying to explain something to us he can't break it down in a way we understand. In an effort to help us better understand the quadratic equation and how you'd get the x of the vertex from it, he actually DERIVED how you'd find x= (-b/(2a)) from y=ax^2+bx+c.....Meanwhile, the class went "Wot?" I eventually figured out what he was doing, couldn't have hoped to replicate it worth my life, but understood his intent. I couldn't stop laughing.
Chorus is one of the most beautiful things I've every witnessed in my life. We blended better than my women's chorus in high school after my choral director had spent DAYS working with us. So....wonderful.....
My german teacher is Dumbledor in flannel....it's awesome. The class scares the life out of me though. It's intermediate, so we're supposed to being working on conversational german, meaning all we speak in is german. Holy mother of God. The review I need to do it insane and I come back from that class every night feeling exhausted.
It's not that it's unreasonable; I'm just feeling drained and it's only my second day......