almost done....almost
I'm glad this semester is almost done. Not because it was so horrible, but because I know I just should be done with community college by now. I would be done, but I've fucked around too much in the past. Where is my head? Too far up my ass? Perhaps. Anyway, I still have one more semester of required electives. After that, a real college. Of course, I wonder how I will handle real college if I can barely tolerate college-lite known as community college.
I just have a strong feeling that if I was in a better learning environment, I would learn better. The mentality of a very large percentage of the students at Parkland is just...I don't know...lazy. I'll never forget my English 101 class from a year ago. It started off with about 35 students. By the end of the semester, it was down to me and two other female students. WTF. A whole class just jumped ship! I was talking with Diana McDonald, and I asked her how she felt about this abandonment. She basically said that those students earned their grades and there was nothing she could do about their initiative. So tragic.
Here I am in the final week of my best semester. I do feel good, like I did accomplish something. It is just that this feeling of accomplishment is tied to a bitter sense of urgency and loss. I feel weird. But I'll be glad when I'm done.
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I just have a strong feeling that if I was in a better learning environment, I would learn better. The mentality of a very large percentage of the students at Parkland is just...I don't know...lazy. I'll never forget my English 101 class from a year ago. It started off with about 35 students. By the end of the semester, it was down to me and two other female students. WTF. A whole class just jumped ship! I was talking with Diana McDonald, and I asked her how she felt about this abandonment. She basically said that those students earned their grades and there was nothing she could do about their initiative. So tragic.
Here I am in the final week of my best semester. I do feel good, like I did accomplish something. It is just that this feeling of accomplishment is tied to a bitter sense of urgency and loss. I feel weird. But I'll be glad when I'm done.
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