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classes began yesterday. while i was completely prepared for my first (a professor i've had before) i was not prepared for what else was to happen. i was late for my second class of the day because i was busy making an impulse buy on ebay.
i call it an impulse buy because it's a cat condo and i don't have a cat.
i was but a minute late, but even on the first day this professor saw fit to get the ball rolling at only what i can only assume to be before the scheduled class time.
everybody seemed already engaged and involved as i walked in, the only seat left open being the one front row center. this is the seat i normally choose, but as a chronic dozer-offer i resolved (you know..new years) to stay relatively out of view of professors this semester. i'd like to make it a good one, after all.
i sat down right on the 'i didn't get where i am...' speech that i'm not even sure i've heard in the movies. the closing statement was, 'this class is not my responsibility, it's yours.' the professor fielded some general quesions about the course.
'these quizzes on the syllabus...'
'pop quizzes. no warning..majority of your grade..next'
but i think that was it.
'now i'd like you to write a brief introduction so i can get to know you a little. IT WILL BE THE ONLY SEMBLENCE OF COMPASSION OFFERED IN THIS CLASSROOM SO MAKE IT COUNT'
nuh uh...you're going to drop this bomb on us and then try to make friends?
rather than the requested short summary of ourselves that was requested, i ran out of the room leaving behind just a single piece of looseleaf with the words, 'sayonara, sucker!' scribbled in blue ink.
i call it an impulse buy because it's a cat condo and i don't have a cat.
i was but a minute late, but even on the first day this professor saw fit to get the ball rolling at only what i can only assume to be before the scheduled class time.
everybody seemed already engaged and involved as i walked in, the only seat left open being the one front row center. this is the seat i normally choose, but as a chronic dozer-offer i resolved (you know..new years) to stay relatively out of view of professors this semester. i'd like to make it a good one, after all.
i sat down right on the 'i didn't get where i am...' speech that i'm not even sure i've heard in the movies. the closing statement was, 'this class is not my responsibility, it's yours.' the professor fielded some general quesions about the course.
'these quizzes on the syllabus...'
'pop quizzes. no warning..majority of your grade..next'
but i think that was it.
'now i'd like you to write a brief introduction so i can get to know you a little. IT WILL BE THE ONLY SEMBLENCE OF COMPASSION OFFERED IN THIS CLASSROOM SO MAKE IT COUNT'
nuh uh...you're going to drop this bomb on us and then try to make friends?
rather than the requested short summary of ourselves that was requested, i ran out of the room leaving behind just a single piece of looseleaf with the words, 'sayonara, sucker!' scribbled in blue ink.