On even more philosophy procrastination.
Once again, I'm avoiding the pandering of dead white men in exchange for something a lot less intellectually stimulating and a whole lot more cathartic. Yah. I'm feeling bored and somewhat reflective, which may be the reason why I go a bit thesaurus happy.
Overall, it's been a relatively cruddy week. Classes just drag on and on, so there aren't even tests for me to panic for (at least, not until this week). I actually pulled off some pretty good grades in O-Chem lab, so I'm looking at an A in that course, which is awesome. Muchos thanks to my TA for cutting me some slack, and also being a really cool guy to be around.
The opposite of muchos thanks to Cindy, the bio lab TA. You stupid bitch. Get that stick out of your ass. You do not teach the labs well. You do not come prepared. You do not grade fairly, nor do you give extensions. Normally, I would be fine with no extensions, had it not been for the fact that she said in the beginning that she would probably give us one for Greek Week. When I asked her about it nearly a week and a half in advance, she didn't respond. However, when I asked her when I saw her again, she said, "No extensions. No exceptions." Yeah. Well...euh...I kinda need more than two days to myself to churn out a decent lab report, which you'll promptly give a C+ on because my first one sucked balls and you're just doing it basically to keep with the pattern.
Whoof. That felt good.
My mathematical model has hit a pretty solid road block. My bimolecular model works fine, even though it's completely irrelevant. I feel like I should have done more work, but the divalent receptor model isn't working at all. I've been kinda half assing my way through that class, which is a real big shame because I really like Dr. Chiel.
As opposed to Dr. Zull.
There are many many times that I wish that I was more ambitious and went into BME rather than biology. Dr. Zull reminds me of that every class session. Not out loud of course. Not only do I find idiots in biology, but also hypocrites. I do not like Dr. Zull. I hate running into him whenever I go to the class before his, and then forcing myself to go so that I don't fall into bad standing with him.
I proceed to go to Biology 302: Human Learning and the Brain, aka Froufy Bio, aka Neuroscience for Retarded Six Year Old with Tinfoil Space Helmets and Drool Spilling Down their Lower Lip. It's basically a class to determine how we "learn" and how we like to be "taught." The first third of the class was completely based on his book (for the record: when you teach a class, DON'T USE YOUR OWN FUCKING BOOK AND EXPECT US TO SUMMARIZE IT). It revolved around discovering the learning cycle, learning networks, and all this other abstract crap that no one expected in a biology class. I figured, "Hey! This isn't so bad...I actually like digging down and getting in touch with this." More catharsis for me.
Somewhere along the way, he pulled the bait and switch, and started to give us shitloads of packets and handouts with things about memory. That'd be fine if...you know...he actually lectured on it. But he doesn't. And the fact that there isn't a single test in that class, but that our final grade is determined by one paper and on Zull's whimsy doesn't help any. I've handed in two drafts thus far, and on the first time around, not enough personal info. On the second time, too much, not enough abou the brain. MAKE UP YOUR MIND.
And what of philosophy, pray tell? Bitch, don't get me started. It's a real damn shame that I don't enjoy it more than I do now. I just can't wrap my head around it. It's something that I'd like to know, but the more I try, the less I actually get out of it. I actually have a paper due tomorrow that I'll put off for until...tomorrow. I hopefully can crank one out in time.
Over the weekend, probably not in my best interest, I decided to go to a trivia tournament outside of the school. It was at the University of Pittsburgh, which I'll admit looks pretty cool. The tournament was held entirely within the Cathedral of Learning, which is just as it sounds. A big honkin cathedral. Every few rooms were themed with a nationality/ethnic group, which was pretty cool. I walked in on the Jewish room, and found that people were praying (I guess a pretty inappropriate time).
The first day, we tanked. 1-10 record. This placed us in the lowest playoff bracket, the Pitfall Harry bracket. However, we were completely on our game today (or maybe the packets just didn't suck as much), so we topped the playoff bracket. For the curious, I came up with our game winning answer: Debbie Gibson - Electric Youth.
This is trash trivia, by the way: trivia that is completely made up of pop culture. Because Lord knows how badly I'd fare in an academic tournament...
These people at the TRASHionals were from all over the place. A good deal of them were over 25, alumni of their colleges. These people were some of the creepiest and most unfuckable people created in all of history, and probalby to serve as some sort of evolutionary landmark for Homo unfuckablis. It was just a sausage wasteland.
Okay. I'm tired. Really. I'm gone. To bed. byebye.
Overall, it's been a relatively cruddy week. Classes just drag on and on, so there aren't even tests for me to panic for (at least, not until this week). I actually pulled off some pretty good grades in O-Chem lab, so I'm looking at an A in that course, which is awesome. Muchos thanks to my TA for cutting me some slack, and also being a really cool guy to be around.
The opposite of muchos thanks to Cindy, the bio lab TA. You stupid bitch. Get that stick out of your ass. You do not teach the labs well. You do not come prepared. You do not grade fairly, nor do you give extensions. Normally, I would be fine with no extensions, had it not been for the fact that she said in the beginning that she would probably give us one for Greek Week. When I asked her about it nearly a week and a half in advance, she didn't respond. However, when I asked her when I saw her again, she said, "No extensions. No exceptions." Yeah. Well...euh...I kinda need more than two days to myself to churn out a decent lab report, which you'll promptly give a C+ on because my first one sucked balls and you're just doing it basically to keep with the pattern.
Whoof. That felt good.
My mathematical model has hit a pretty solid road block. My bimolecular model works fine, even though it's completely irrelevant. I feel like I should have done more work, but the divalent receptor model isn't working at all. I've been kinda half assing my way through that class, which is a real big shame because I really like Dr. Chiel.
As opposed to Dr. Zull.
There are many many times that I wish that I was more ambitious and went into BME rather than biology. Dr. Zull reminds me of that every class session. Not out loud of course. Not only do I find idiots in biology, but also hypocrites. I do not like Dr. Zull. I hate running into him whenever I go to the class before his, and then forcing myself to go so that I don't fall into bad standing with him.
I proceed to go to Biology 302: Human Learning and the Brain, aka Froufy Bio, aka Neuroscience for Retarded Six Year Old with Tinfoil Space Helmets and Drool Spilling Down their Lower Lip. It's basically a class to determine how we "learn" and how we like to be "taught." The first third of the class was completely based on his book (for the record: when you teach a class, DON'T USE YOUR OWN FUCKING BOOK AND EXPECT US TO SUMMARIZE IT). It revolved around discovering the learning cycle, learning networks, and all this other abstract crap that no one expected in a biology class. I figured, "Hey! This isn't so bad...I actually like digging down and getting in touch with this." More catharsis for me.
Somewhere along the way, he pulled the bait and switch, and started to give us shitloads of packets and handouts with things about memory. That'd be fine if...you know...he actually lectured on it. But he doesn't. And the fact that there isn't a single test in that class, but that our final grade is determined by one paper and on Zull's whimsy doesn't help any. I've handed in two drafts thus far, and on the first time around, not enough personal info. On the second time, too much, not enough abou the brain. MAKE UP YOUR MIND.
And what of philosophy, pray tell? Bitch, don't get me started. It's a real damn shame that I don't enjoy it more than I do now. I just can't wrap my head around it. It's something that I'd like to know, but the more I try, the less I actually get out of it. I actually have a paper due tomorrow that I'll put off for until...tomorrow. I hopefully can crank one out in time.
Over the weekend, probably not in my best interest, I decided to go to a trivia tournament outside of the school. It was at the University of Pittsburgh, which I'll admit looks pretty cool. The tournament was held entirely within the Cathedral of Learning, which is just as it sounds. A big honkin cathedral. Every few rooms were themed with a nationality/ethnic group, which was pretty cool. I walked in on the Jewish room, and found that people were praying (I guess a pretty inappropriate time).
The first day, we tanked. 1-10 record. This placed us in the lowest playoff bracket, the Pitfall Harry bracket. However, we were completely on our game today (or maybe the packets just didn't suck as much), so we topped the playoff bracket. For the curious, I came up with our game winning answer: Debbie Gibson - Electric Youth.
This is trash trivia, by the way: trivia that is completely made up of pop culture. Because Lord knows how badly I'd fare in an academic tournament...
These people at the TRASHionals were from all over the place. A good deal of them were over 25, alumni of their colleges. These people were some of the creepiest and most unfuckable people created in all of history, and probalby to serve as some sort of evolutionary landmark for Homo unfuckablis. It was just a sausage wasteland.
Okay. I'm tired. Really. I'm gone. To bed. byebye.