The first day of spring semester was incredibly awful. It was the first day going back to school after a very lengthy winter break which lasted two months. I woke up bright and early at 7 am to get to school at 8 am for my Theatre 100 class. Half asleep I strolled into the the theatre room anticipating a bore fest involving horrendous plays. However as he began to go over the class syllabus he stated that we would write essays... 1 page essays on short films and all topics would be answered with your opinion so there would be no wrong answer. I thought to myself wow what a brilliant way to start off the day.
Well that luck turned into misfortune as soon as I walked into my English 101 class taught by the lovely (sarcasm) "Ms. Stevens". As soon as she entered the building she demanded that everyone trying to add the class should leave. Greattttt can't wait for a semester with this unkind, strict Nazi. The main focus of her class was writing. However her writing involved a lengthy process of drafts and revisions, meaning there would be 3 drafts per essay and for each draft you would have to bring in 3 copies for group peer editing. Already this was sounding a bit far fetched I mean this is Harbor College not a prestigious 4 year university. Anyways she proceeded with her syllabus and stated that after each revision the essay must be changed by 70%. If my math is correct that would leave 30% of the previous draft, so therefore you would basically write a whole nother essay. No offense to the students at Harbor College, but I don't really trust their judgement of whether my essay is quality or not. I left that class in a pissy mood dreading the fact that I would have to abide by her stupid writing strategy and rolled on over to my math class.
I patiently waited outside of my math class "people watching". I didn't have too much luck until strangely a woman in her 50's we will say walked towards the classroom door with a kid probably the same age as me by her side. I did a quick double take and couldn't believe my eyes! It was a mom with her son!! This is college not elementary school... now I am almost certain he did not have disabilities as he appeared to be perfectly normal. The mom asked a girl standing near the classroom if it was "Ms. Jones's" class, she didn't know and the mother and son went on their merry way.
The rest of the day passed with nothing as spectacular or astonishing as the mother and son combo but I did make an attempt to add another English Class (ya you guessed it the good ol 20 students over full capacity). I told myself I would do anything in my power to add this class taught by a teacher with a personality the complete opposite of the Nazi general. I finally came home after being at school from 8am-6pm (breaks in between a few classes) and went to sleep still mesmerized by that mother and son, still can't get over how weird that was.
Day 2 (2/7/12) : I woke up at 6:15 dreading the fact that I had to be at the weight room for soccer. If you were wondering, I am not the least bit a morning person. Well the day actually started off well and I had a good time pumping iron and soon I was off to the marvelous class of philosophy! I walked into the classroom and the first thing I noticed was a 50-60 year old man sitting in the front row (at harbor college, many adults take classes too) and then guessed that he was about the same age as the teacher. Class started a couple minutes after 8 and a grumpy old man started to speak. He laid down the law which was as follows: Being late is incredibly rude, so if you are a minute late to my class you are therefore absent. I only allow 3 absences so be on time!!!! As you could probably guess, I wasn't exactly thrilled with this class so far. "Mr. Novak" continued ranting about things and people looked scared as they should be. Then this eccentric man did something that caught everyone off guard. He put this battery powered cigarette in his mouth and exhaled smoke which he said was water vapor. He continued talking about how awesome that device is and that he doesn't smell like smoke anymore so his wife kisses him... ya too much info my friend. I left that class finally and moved on to math...
My math class has a total of 15 students I would say. So far this was one of the highlights of my schedule. We started off by reviewing algebra, no not curriculum from algebra 2 but stuff I think I learned in 7th or 8th grade. Here is my first math assignment
And when I say kids had questions in class the next day, I am being completely serious. So day 2 was pretty successful and a walk in the park except for that philosophy class.
Day 3 and 4 (2/8, 2/9) : Due to the small number of things worth writing about for day 3 and 4 I will go ahead and combine it into one post. Nothing exciting happened in theatre class so we will move on to East Germany aka English 101. "Ms. Stevens" rolled into class looking her usual unappealing self, this time with bangs. Now I am not going to say that I am a fashion guru but I do know when someones hair looks hideous (and yes that is my opinion of bangs). She started off class by telling everyone how disrespectful it was to have your backpack on your desk and that no one should ever do it in her class. Clearly I tuned her out because that is just silly advice. Anyways I zoned out all class and dreamed of going back and using ratemyprofessors.com to see which English teacher was quality. Oh another thing that irritated me about this class was that she collected notes you took, since when in college are notes collected and graded? Come on this is just getting out of hand. So I left that class, again in a piss poor mood. Later on I went to that other English class looking to add and of course he said he would draw names out of a hat (there it is again) on Monday.
On to day 4 the only thing that really grinded my gears was when i attempted to get an official transcript from the admissions office. At the admissions office the workers are about as nice as the people who work at my favorite place in the world the DMV. Although you do sometimes get some sweethearts that I would like to thank for being so kind. So the woman had me fill out a card with name address etc. So while she processed my information she told me I couldn't get my fall trascript because I hadn't paid the spring tuition. What kind of rule is that?!? What does spring have anything to do with a transcript from the previous semester? Oh well the weekend had officially started and I got the heck out of Wilmington.
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