Reporting from the Field : Numero Dos
Jan. 13th, 2009 02:10 pmAll of my classes are back-to-back with the exception of this 45 minutes between macroeconomics and algebra. I'm ordering my books while grabbing a snack of peanuts and dried apples. Yum!
Creative writing will be okay. I'm not expecting much from it, so we'll see. There seem to be some good writers in the class, so that's a promising sign.
Macroeconomics is taught by a man who look slike the hybrid of a rabbi and a lumberjack. He's very intelligent and knows his stuff backward and forward. I am enthusiastic.
This semester, I have two classes now, taught by people who believe we are adults and expects us to act like it and in return will treat us as such. They are very much against the small-group, subjective-feeling, facilitator teaching role. They are classic lecturers and I am so happy for it. I came back to school to learn from people who know more than me - not to learn the material filtered through another student who doesn't know shit who only skimmed the reading.
Algebra is next. God, god, the dreaded algebra. It was easy in high school. Let's see what kind of cobwebs the analytical end of my brain has turned into.
Creative writing will be okay. I'm not expecting much from it, so we'll see. There seem to be some good writers in the class, so that's a promising sign.
Macroeconomics is taught by a man who look slike the hybrid of a rabbi and a lumberjack. He's very intelligent and knows his stuff backward and forward. I am enthusiastic.
This semester, I have two classes now, taught by people who believe we are adults and expects us to act like it and in return will treat us as such. They are very much against the small-group, subjective-feeling, facilitator teaching role. They are classic lecturers and I am so happy for it. I came back to school to learn from people who know more than me - not to learn the material filtered through another student who doesn't know shit who only skimmed the reading.
Algebra is next. God, god, the dreaded algebra. It was easy in high school. Let's see what kind of cobwebs the analytical end of my brain has turned into.
no subject
Date: 2009-01-13 09:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-13 09:15 pm (UTC)Ick, Algebra. I have been avoiding it like the plague, and now I only have two courses left that aren't math related.
no subject
Date: 2009-01-14 12:22 am (UTC)