First impression of first day o' classes
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40cakesYes, I actually took more notes on people in the class than I did for actual classes.
Writing Children's Stories - I'm afraid the professor is an Esteemster. Throughout the syllabus, she mentioned that we all had worth and we were all valuable and we should respect ourselves. When we respect ourselves, we respect others. Using foul and/or inappropriate language means we don't respect ourselves enough to have learned proper communication skills. Well fuck that crazy cocksuckin' shit.
- Our final project is to write an 800-1200 page children's story, fiction or non-fiction. She asked the class, "Now, who can tell me the difference between fiction and non-fiction? Hmm?" Then she wanted someone to define "story." And as she said basic things everyone should already know, such as "A story creates a mental image," everyone was furiously scribbling notes. I was drawing stick figure Robs that said "This class is asinine. Wouldn't you rather be with me?"
- There is a student in the class named Rem. It's a boy. Worlds are colliding.
- This may be the first class in my college career for which I do all the reading. Already got through a book today. Whew, that Amelia Bedilia and the Secret Shower sure was a tough read, but I made it through. Next week, I don't know if I'll have the time to take a peek at Goodnight, Moon.
Elementary Russian I - Minus me, the class is divided into two groups. Half the class already speaks Russian. Who knew there was such a big Russian community in South Jersey? There's a geeky guy who says he already knows Russian, but since he was self taught, isn't sure about pronunciation. He had a notebook with the alphabet copied down and two sharpened number two pencils out on his desk before class started.
- The other half of the class is a group of annoying geeks who all decided to take the class together. None of them know the function of a razor and acne wash. As the prof was writing the alphabet on the board, and going over the pronunciation, they were all repeating it. Aloud. When it wasn't necessary. I hate them.
- At the Rowan bookstore, I bought Der Mondo, a Newtype Art Book by Yoshiyuki Sadamoto (artist for Evangelion). Really pretty stuff inside. As I was looking at it in class, a guy sitting next to me leaned over and asked, "Is that Sailor Moon?" as I was looking at a pic of Rei Ayanami. "No. It's Evangelion. But if the Rowan bookstore decided to sell Sailor Moon artbooks, I might shit a brick."
- Also in class: asshole neighbour, on whose door I left a vulgar letter about the sort of dinner we might cook them. Nontraditional student who I also think is foreign. Very chatty, asks lots of questions. I hate nontraditional students. Guy behind me has a bad attitude about the class. It's an elective. I can't imagine ANY major requiring Russian I specifically. He doesn't have to be there, so if he doesn't like it, he should get the Hell out.
- I doodled a Russian kitty and the word bubble coming out of its mouth said "Meowsky."
- Boy in class named "Constantine."
>^..^
Writing Children's Stories - I'm afraid the professor is an Esteemster. Throughout the syllabus, she mentioned that we all had worth and we were all valuable and we should respect ourselves. When we respect ourselves, we respect others. Using foul and/or inappropriate language means we don't respect ourselves enough to have learned proper communication skills. Well fuck that crazy cocksuckin' shit.
- Our final project is to write an 800-1200 page children's story, fiction or non-fiction. She asked the class, "Now, who can tell me the difference between fiction and non-fiction? Hmm?" Then she wanted someone to define "story." And as she said basic things everyone should already know, such as "A story creates a mental image," everyone was furiously scribbling notes. I was drawing stick figure Robs that said "This class is asinine. Wouldn't you rather be with me?"
- There is a student in the class named Rem. It's a boy. Worlds are colliding.
- This may be the first class in my college career for which I do all the reading. Already got through a book today. Whew, that Amelia Bedilia and the Secret Shower sure was a tough read, but I made it through. Next week, I don't know if I'll have the time to take a peek at Goodnight, Moon.
Elementary Russian I - Minus me, the class is divided into two groups. Half the class already speaks Russian. Who knew there was such a big Russian community in South Jersey? There's a geeky guy who says he already knows Russian, but since he was self taught, isn't sure about pronunciation. He had a notebook with the alphabet copied down and two sharpened number two pencils out on his desk before class started.
- The other half of the class is a group of annoying geeks who all decided to take the class together. None of them know the function of a razor and acne wash. As the prof was writing the alphabet on the board, and going over the pronunciation, they were all repeating it. Aloud. When it wasn't necessary. I hate them.
- At the Rowan bookstore, I bought Der Mondo, a Newtype Art Book by Yoshiyuki Sadamoto (artist for Evangelion). Really pretty stuff inside. As I was looking at it in class, a guy sitting next to me leaned over and asked, "Is that Sailor Moon?" as I was looking at a pic of Rei Ayanami. "No. It's Evangelion. But if the Rowan bookstore decided to sell Sailor Moon artbooks, I might shit a brick."
- Also in class: asshole neighbour, on whose door I left a vulgar letter about the sort of dinner we might cook them. Nontraditional student who I also think is foreign. Very chatty, asks lots of questions. I hate nontraditional students. Guy behind me has a bad attitude about the class. It's an elective. I can't imagine ANY major requiring Russian I specifically. He doesn't have to be there, so if he doesn't like it, he should get the Hell out.
- I doodled a Russian kitty and the word bubble coming out of its mouth said "Meowsky."
- Boy in class named "Constantine."
>^..^
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Date: 2002-09-04 10:13 pm (UTC)Sounds like you need to start a kolige page.
Man, I miss History and Fiction and Sociology (among others) though. It was so much better when we could compare notes during class.
I agree, fucking nontraditional students.
And, oddly enough, South Jersey does have a sizeable Russian population. My old congregation was right in the middle of Jackson and met at a Russian restaurant/hall, across from a Russian Orthodox church- TONS of Russians there. TONS. They were all addicted to mystical lawn balls too.
I wrote a children's story in my boredom last summer. It was about a girl in elementary school who thought everyone was retarded so she faked sick all the time. Mom liked it. My advice, based on this experience; write from real life. OO! Write about a girl whose superpower is the magical name-change- she confuses all the moronic kiddies within a week and they wind up committing suicide a la a Mike Kwiatkowski (I really think that's how you spell his name, too) Senior Year poem.
Esteemsters. I watched that the other day. I'm gonna watch it again RIGHT NOW. BIGGRIN!
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Date: 2002-09-05 03:08 pm (UTC)How's this, at least you're reading stuff that has to do with your class. Imagine being in a college prep English class your softmore year, and being required to read (DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUN) The Little Prince. O_o I think it had to do with the teacher being a mental case, anyway. That and the other kids in my class were all horrors of the first degree. I"m not kidding, they actually sent her to a mental hospital. We were without a teacher for the first half of the year, constantly had substatutes coming in. It was horrible. I hated my class.
A guy named Rem? *cackle* Oy, next up Knives and Vash are going to walk in with cleavage.