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I went to the first day of the fall semester tonight. History class. No biggie, I've had this teacher before. He is pretty hard. The people I have talked to have all told me that the amount of work he gives for entry level history college courses is crazy.
To give you an idea, there is a 20 page review over a 12 page chapter that you must study for every week. The quizzes go to 20% of your grade. Not to be comfused with the exams over the lectures and handouts given to you that is another 20%, also not to be confused with the 8 page written exams you must do (in class) for 2 books that have been selected. No open books, all brain power. He has reccomended you study for a minimum of 6 hours a week outside of the class for his class alone.
Now, I've had this teacher before. At first, I was (sometimes still am) appalled be the amount of work there is. But, after coming from the working world, back to college for the first time in ten years last semester, his class was a fine "how do you do, kick in the pants" that I needed to get my study habits back up.
I passed his class last semester, with a high B, and it was the hardest damn B I ever earned. It's also one of my proudest. I actually had to give up reading for pleasure for a semester just to tread water in his class, but I'm happier for it, and a dynamo at study skills.
So, I took his class again (the second part to American History) It was a natural step, I knew what to expect, and despite all the work, history teachers (the good ones) fascinate me with their quirkiness.
So I expecting the usual "kids" to complain about the course load, when he explained it the first time to the class. Of course during the break, they all did. When I was walking to the restroom during break, an older lady (older than me, but not a senior citizen) stopped me to ask me what I thought. Then she proceeded to tell me that the class was ridiculous, and she doesn't have the time to put up with "all that studying" and he must have lost his mind, because SHE has a job.
It struck me as odd. You don't get to be her age (or mine for that matter) in college without being there for a reason. Maybe you are like me and are looking to get the degree you never got, maybe you are looking to gain knowledge, whatever the case, you don't go to college to be a whiny person, you leave that to the eighteen yearolds who had their hands held and coasted through high school.
I told her I have a full time job and I went through his class fine last year. I guess she didn't get the sympathy she needed from me, and went to join the young complainers at the hall. (you know the ones who will drop by November)
I guess I'm lame.
To give you an idea, there is a 20 page review over a 12 page chapter that you must study for every week. The quizzes go to 20% of your grade. Not to be comfused with the exams over the lectures and handouts given to you that is another 20%, also not to be confused with the 8 page written exams you must do (in class) for 2 books that have been selected. No open books, all brain power. He has reccomended you study for a minimum of 6 hours a week outside of the class for his class alone.
Now, I've had this teacher before. At first, I was (sometimes still am) appalled be the amount of work there is. But, after coming from the working world, back to college for the first time in ten years last semester, his class was a fine "how do you do, kick in the pants" that I needed to get my study habits back up.
I passed his class last semester, with a high B, and it was the hardest damn B I ever earned. It's also one of my proudest. I actually had to give up reading for pleasure for a semester just to tread water in his class, but I'm happier for it, and a dynamo at study skills.
So, I took his class again (the second part to American History) It was a natural step, I knew what to expect, and despite all the work, history teachers (the good ones) fascinate me with their quirkiness.
So I expecting the usual "kids" to complain about the course load, when he explained it the first time to the class. Of course during the break, they all did. When I was walking to the restroom during break, an older lady (older than me, but not a senior citizen) stopped me to ask me what I thought. Then she proceeded to tell me that the class was ridiculous, and she doesn't have the time to put up with "all that studying" and he must have lost his mind, because SHE has a job.
It struck me as odd. You don't get to be her age (or mine for that matter) in college without being there for a reason. Maybe you are like me and are looking to get the degree you never got, maybe you are looking to gain knowledge, whatever the case, you don't go to college to be a whiny person, you leave that to the eighteen yearolds who had their hands held and coasted through high school.
I told her I have a full time job and I went through his class fine last year. I guess she didn't get the sympathy she needed from me, and went to join the young complainers at the hall. (you know the ones who will drop by November)
I guess I'm lame.