Fine
That seems to be the only question anyone ever wants to ask me anymore, not "How are you?" or "What's Paul McCartney up to these days?" or "How many of the Beatles albums on vinyl do you own?" or "What are your thoughts on the Star Trek episode "Amok Time"?" (Which are all questions I'd love to be asked, mind you). No, all anyone wants to know is "HOW'S SCHOOL??". And all you will hear from me (besides this post) is "FINE, THANKS". Cause school's just that. Fine. I'm a first semester freshman at Triton College (for those of you that didn't know). I was homeschooled my entire school career before this, so I guess people are just surprised I haven't been pulverized by the outside world yet. Well people, let me tell you my thoughts on school.
The Classes
Psychology 100- The professors pretty cool and has some very informative slides. But no matter how hard I study, I can't get over a 75 on quizzes or an 83 on tests. But I'm still getting a "B" which is good. I find the subject very interesting, I just can't retain the information, idk.
Astronomy 101- Dr. Nicholson is a walking encyclopedia that is running purely on all the coffee and pop he drinks while running 10-15 min late to every class. Don't ask this guy a question, you'll be listening him for the next half hour. I've learned alot of cool things about our solar system, but lately it's just been evolutionist crap about how the universe came from nothing billions of years ago.
Freshman English and Compostion 101- One. Word.... Bob. This guy, I tell you. A mess of fuzzy black hair, glasses, a goofy grin, and a personality larger than life. He's a great teacher, but no matter who was teaching this class, I hate writing essays. But I get them done on time, mostly because I just like to get them over with. Back to Bob. I work for him in his office the days I don't have classes, and how he is able to do everything he does never ceases to amaze me. He's in charge of so much and so many people, plus he teaches classes, this man is a superhero.
Math 170 (Statistics)- Oh. My. God. This is the worst class ever. The teacher was born about 5 years before Moses and has a thick cuban accent and barely knows what he's doing or how to properly use a smartboard. Half the class has dropped out by now, and the other half is a month behind in homework (Except for yours truly, who has nearly a perfect score in the class). It's a good thing I was homeschooled and am used to teaching myself, cause I sure am not learning anything in that class.
The People
Well, you've heard about Bob, and my insane math teacher. Bob is really the only person I see everyday I'm at school. There's this bunch of nerdy guys I sit with at lunch. They're ok, and it sure beats sitting alone in a crowded cafeteria. Gives me a little something to look forward to while Dr. Nicholson is jabbering on about 5 billion year old asteriods. And at least one of them is always happy to see me, and that makes my day.
The boys. Boys at college age look like mature human beings, but they're just a bunch of 6th graders stuck in tall, manly bodies. I really want a boyfriend, but guys my age are idiots. Plus, the guy I'm looking for (18-20 years old, trekkie, into classic rock, likes animals, lives fairly near me, drives), is like a unicorn, nice to think about, but just doesn't exist.
Well, those are my main thoughts on that crazy thing people call "College".
Peace and love, Peace and love ******
The Classes
Psychology 100- The professors pretty cool and has some very informative slides. But no matter how hard I study, I can't get over a 75 on quizzes or an 83 on tests. But I'm still getting a "B" which is good. I find the subject very interesting, I just can't retain the information, idk.
Astronomy 101- Dr. Nicholson is a walking encyclopedia that is running purely on all the coffee and pop he drinks while running 10-15 min late to every class. Don't ask this guy a question, you'll be listening him for the next half hour. I've learned alot of cool things about our solar system, but lately it's just been evolutionist crap about how the universe came from nothing billions of years ago.
Freshman English and Compostion 101- One. Word.... Bob. This guy, I tell you. A mess of fuzzy black hair, glasses, a goofy grin, and a personality larger than life. He's a great teacher, but no matter who was teaching this class, I hate writing essays. But I get them done on time, mostly because I just like to get them over with. Back to Bob. I work for him in his office the days I don't have classes, and how he is able to do everything he does never ceases to amaze me. He's in charge of so much and so many people, plus he teaches classes, this man is a superhero.
Math 170 (Statistics)- Oh. My. God. This is the worst class ever. The teacher was born about 5 years before Moses and has a thick cuban accent and barely knows what he's doing or how to properly use a smartboard. Half the class has dropped out by now, and the other half is a month behind in homework (Except for yours truly, who has nearly a perfect score in the class). It's a good thing I was homeschooled and am used to teaching myself, cause I sure am not learning anything in that class.
The People
Well, you've heard about Bob, and my insane math teacher. Bob is really the only person I see everyday I'm at school. There's this bunch of nerdy guys I sit with at lunch. They're ok, and it sure beats sitting alone in a crowded cafeteria. Gives me a little something to look forward to while Dr. Nicholson is jabbering on about 5 billion year old asteriods. And at least one of them is always happy to see me, and that makes my day.
The boys. Boys at college age look like mature human beings, but they're just a bunch of 6th graders stuck in tall, manly bodies. I really want a boyfriend, but guys my age are idiots. Plus, the guy I'm looking for (18-20 years old, trekkie, into classic rock, likes animals, lives fairly near me, drives), is like a unicorn, nice to think about, but just doesn't exist.
Well, those are my main thoughts on that crazy thing people call "College".
Peace and love, Peace and love ******
Your future boyfriend/husband does exist. (just like unicorns btw. #believeinunicorns)
ReplyDeleteLove you! Keep hanging in there and being your awesome self!