terminus est!!!
it's over! it'fucking over!!!
i'm still alive!!
if i weren't so fucking tired i'd be crying tears of fucking joy. i just finished handing in the last of my final papers. fuck if it hadn't been for my 'life-partner' (god what an un-romantic term) id've been really really fucked.
ok, so i'll just sit back and await the verdict....
i've gotta a pretty good feeling about all of them though. maybe not so much my myth class because procrastinated so long when i should've done the fucking papers weeks ago!! never again!!!... sigh... we'll i can try to never again procrastinate on things. fuck i was stressed out though.
at the end they ask the students to give a little review but i think i'll do a more in depth one just so that i remember later on what the fuck it was i was dicking around with these last few months.
let's see....
i. (behnken)the bloodied week started off with art principles, mondays and wednesdays, with prof. behnken. awesome professor, it was more of an art survey/history crash course so it was easy for me cause i already had learned most things there. as for the students, they reinforced my unwavering belief that stupid people do exist. but still, the professor really went above and beyond so many topics. he always managed to tie in another topic i might have been discussing in another class. and he visits sometimes on sundays while i'm working. (we work in the same neighborhood on sundays lol) he came into the store and told me my essay final was "like 100" wtf? but sounds good to me. i would draw in class and... i've gotta ask him about classroom etiquette... i think i've been really rude. or something. i'd raise my hand too much i think. "does anybody know the answer?....anybody?....." and i'd be there waving my arm like a kid "anybody..." he'd look directly at me"..anybody at all?"... i guess maybe he was bored of my voice. god what the hell man...haahaha
ii. (sumler) then i'd have mythology, fucking awesome awesome class. an excercise in bullshit abstract thinking. honestly though it was great fun. unfortunately the prof.'s lectures always left me a little depressed because the benefit of living a hermetic life is forgetting just how much the world sucks, at least it's a muted knowledge. oh well, i got all nostalgic with the misanthropy, nice. the cool thing is that i didn't have to read much because i'd already read it before. yes, i read greek dramas in my spare time. hahaha
iii. (naddeo) then it would be 'age of enlightenment' i still feel that i got a really great foundation but the quintessentials are still missing. probably because the prof had to drop the whole third section of the class because people were complaining about too much work. pussies i tell you. i wished i could've put in so much more time though but i couldn't. i do hope to take one more class with her before i graduate but for sure it will be with loads of time to spare. the stuff i read and the things i'm going to have to finish reading. hehehe
iv.(marinoff/livingston)then i'd have philosophy with two prof.s on different days. i loved the lectures and li and i went to see marinoff give a reading for his new book at b&n once and it was really great. but the more private class was really strange, i felt like i was pulling my own teeth. heh. i really appreciated it towards the end though cause some other chick told me the other ta was a psycho, ours was just a little grungy. heheh
v. (hama) then i'd have japanese class which i'm gonna have to study for like mad over this little break. the class was fun though. by the time i'd get there i'd look all disshelved and shit, wonder what the teacher thought of me. it was nice because the class was so private but there were extremes. there were some people i was really fond of and some people that i'd much rather not have been in the room with. still though, i'm glad that i was able to keep afloat of things. the teacher was really cool. something really heart warming seeing smiley faces on your homework at age twenty- four hahaha really cute
vi. (moschidi) this class i really got like but at first i thought the teacher hated me.. i have no clue what she thinks of me still but it seemed as though i impressed her, which isn't necessarily good. but really... so saccharine which is what had me doubting the whole time. i felt that just because i had some experience with the medium and some level of skill handeling it she needed to up her standards. well, i feel like she expected more from me in particular. she let so many people get away with some terrible things. also, i have to learn that people don't really appreciate one's honest opinion when it goes directly against theirs...... meaning to say, I FUCKING HATE IMPRESSIONISM!
vii. (juszczyk) try pronouncing that! fucking crazy dude! strict as hell but in the end everyone was really fond of him including myself. he really liked my work and would tell me the reaction of the students in his other classes when he would show it to them. nuts! it was kinda of embarassing but still, i was really flattered. weird, it was really hard to pay attention in his class though, i would zone out when he was talking to me and i'd be thinking about what i'm gonna do tomorrow, or have for dinner, or something irrelevant to the class. it was a cool class though, really learned a thing or two about colour... let's see if i can apply it now. oh, and he was such a perfectionist so neatness was imperative, and now i know how to use rulers!!! it's a lot harder than it seems, really!
as... for the other thing, tutoring the kids... it was... erratic...
it was fun but some discipline would have been appreciated greatly. and i HATE the public school system, have done so for years. like one of my dear professors said regarding the matter, "i wouldn't send my enemies there." amen!
whew, maybe it was quite a chunk...
i'm still alive!!
if i weren't so fucking tired i'd be crying tears of fucking joy. i just finished handing in the last of my final papers. fuck if it hadn't been for my 'life-partner' (god what an un-romantic term) id've been really really fucked.
ok, so i'll just sit back and await the verdict....
i've gotta a pretty good feeling about all of them though. maybe not so much my myth class because procrastinated so long when i should've done the fucking papers weeks ago!! never again!!!... sigh... we'll i can try to never again procrastinate on things. fuck i was stressed out though.
at the end they ask the students to give a little review but i think i'll do a more in depth one just so that i remember later on what the fuck it was i was dicking around with these last few months.
let's see....
i. (behnken)the bloodied week started off with art principles, mondays and wednesdays, with prof. behnken. awesome professor, it was more of an art survey/history crash course so it was easy for me cause i already had learned most things there. as for the students, they reinforced my unwavering belief that stupid people do exist. but still, the professor really went above and beyond so many topics. he always managed to tie in another topic i might have been discussing in another class. and he visits sometimes on sundays while i'm working. (we work in the same neighborhood on sundays lol) he came into the store and told me my essay final was "like 100" wtf? but sounds good to me. i would draw in class and... i've gotta ask him about classroom etiquette... i think i've been really rude. or something. i'd raise my hand too much i think. "does anybody know the answer?....anybody?....." and i'd be there waving my arm like a kid "anybody..." he'd look directly at me"..anybody at all?"... i guess maybe he was bored of my voice. god what the hell man...haahaha
ii. (sumler) then i'd have mythology, fucking awesome awesome class. an excercise in bullshit abstract thinking. honestly though it was great fun. unfortunately the prof.'s lectures always left me a little depressed because the benefit of living a hermetic life is forgetting just how much the world sucks, at least it's a muted knowledge. oh well, i got all nostalgic with the misanthropy, nice. the cool thing is that i didn't have to read much because i'd already read it before. yes, i read greek dramas in my spare time. hahaha
iii. (naddeo) then it would be 'age of enlightenment' i still feel that i got a really great foundation but the quintessentials are still missing. probably because the prof had to drop the whole third section of the class because people were complaining about too much work. pussies i tell you. i wished i could've put in so much more time though but i couldn't. i do hope to take one more class with her before i graduate but for sure it will be with loads of time to spare. the stuff i read and the things i'm going to have to finish reading. hehehe
iv.(marinoff/livingston)then i'd have philosophy with two prof.s on different days. i loved the lectures and li and i went to see marinoff give a reading for his new book at b&n once and it was really great. but the more private class was really strange, i felt like i was pulling my own teeth. heh. i really appreciated it towards the end though cause some other chick told me the other ta was a psycho, ours was just a little grungy. heheh
v. (hama) then i'd have japanese class which i'm gonna have to study for like mad over this little break. the class was fun though. by the time i'd get there i'd look all disshelved and shit, wonder what the teacher thought of me. it was nice because the class was so private but there were extremes. there were some people i was really fond of and some people that i'd much rather not have been in the room with. still though, i'm glad that i was able to keep afloat of things. the teacher was really cool. something really heart warming seeing smiley faces on your homework at age twenty- four hahaha really cute
vi. (moschidi) this class i really got like but at first i thought the teacher hated me.. i have no clue what she thinks of me still but it seemed as though i impressed her, which isn't necessarily good. but really... so saccharine which is what had me doubting the whole time. i felt that just because i had some experience with the medium and some level of skill handeling it she needed to up her standards. well, i feel like she expected more from me in particular. she let so many people get away with some terrible things. also, i have to learn that people don't really appreciate one's honest opinion when it goes directly against theirs...... meaning to say, I FUCKING HATE IMPRESSIONISM!
vii. (juszczyk) try pronouncing that! fucking crazy dude! strict as hell but in the end everyone was really fond of him including myself. he really liked my work and would tell me the reaction of the students in his other classes when he would show it to them. nuts! it was kinda of embarassing but still, i was really flattered. weird, it was really hard to pay attention in his class though, i would zone out when he was talking to me and i'd be thinking about what i'm gonna do tomorrow, or have for dinner, or something irrelevant to the class. it was a cool class though, really learned a thing or two about colour... let's see if i can apply it now. oh, and he was such a perfectionist so neatness was imperative, and now i know how to use rulers!!! it's a lot harder than it seems, really!
as... for the other thing, tutoring the kids... it was... erratic...
it was fun but some discipline would have been appreciated greatly. and i HATE the public school system, have done so for years. like one of my dear professors said regarding the matter, "i wouldn't send my enemies there." amen!
whew, maybe it was quite a chunk...