Hey! It's Spring (Semester)

Now that the new semester of classes is underway, I figured I would sound off on how life’s goin’

Philosophical Issues….All I gotsta say is “Whoa.” I only took this class because Thomas (My English Prof) said that a college student needs to take Philosophy. And that was all it took. I signed up for the class, not knowing for sure what I was getting myself into. On the first day of class, Mr. Backfield referenced Star Trek, and also mentioned that he’d never taught a philosophy class and that he would “try to stay a step ahead of you.” It also didn’t hurt that he has a 10 point grading scale…and we have take-home tests (3).
But, we also have been stuck on the argument of God’s existence for a week. That’s getting annoying. I hate conversing about religion because I have “odd” (someone actually told me that in a conversation about it) views on the subject. So…I like to sit back at see how others feel..so maybe my views don’t seem so “odd” (that’s yet to happen).

Chemisty…Dr. Patstiga is nuts. He is the epitome of NERD. And he’s been a Chem teacher for so long, the easy stuff at the beginning (right now, he’s going over simple algebra and teaching conversions) is hard to “dumb down” for him. He can’t explain things so that stupid/”inexperienced” people (me..) can understand them. I get conversions and stuff like that….but when he pulled out attempting to tell us how many significant figures are in a ratio of carbon atoms to *something else*…I knew that I was officially screwed. Also, he demands quiet. Well…for those of you who know me…you know that it is impossible for me to sit in a room for 50 minutes and not crack a joke or have an off-the-wall comment to make.
The fact that I can’t stay quiet came back to bite me in the ass the other day during lab. Yeah…let’s just say he already knows my name…well.
That’s another thing. Chem Lab. It’s Wednesdays from 1-3:50. Say it with me “fuuuuuck.” Standing up for three hours, playing with glass graduated cylinders, and pissing off my lab partner isn’t my ideal Hump Day afternoon.

Western Civilization 2. That’s right, bitches. TWO. I passed one, and decided to sign myself up for another semester of fun with Jerry Holcomb. It was really fun to learn on the second day of class that Jer is teaching a class at MA (the little Surry annex thing), too. And that I knew, like, 4 of the people in the class. Jer’s pretty ok. Show up to class, listen to his war stories (and boy, has he got some) and do the little presentation at the end of the semester. Eh, I had to take a history sequence…

Math 080...that’s right folks! I’m SLOWLY but surely working my way up to a math that will actually TRANSFER. This is the last damn math class I have to take that doesn’t mean crap come August. But this class is looking like one of the better ones. It’s not as easy as the other two classes I’ve already taken. But, the teacher is REALLY nice. And the class is SOOO laid back. I’ve never had a math class like this (well, Trig in high school…but that doesn’t really count…we didn’t do ANYTHING). We sit around for at least the first 10 minutes of class everyday and listen to this guy, Logan, tell funny stories about his car crashing into bridges, his sister’s car never having gas in it, ties (you really had to be there), and his most recent act of “quitting” smoking (but he still smokes a pack every other week.) It’s crazy. We do TONS of group work. And that’s good. Because I sit beside of pretty cool people who love to be confused with me (and make fun of the stupid girls that sit behind us [and I mean stupid..]).
Even though Mrs. Stanley-Byerly tells us that this class is pretty hard. It still seems like it could be fun.

British Lit. 2…with Thomas. Ughh. This is the third time IN A ROW that I’ve had Jon Thomas as an instructor of English. But, the important thing is that I haven’t had him for the same class three times. I love this man. He’s brilliant. He knows EVERYTHING. It’s great. And, I’ve had him so many times; I’m super comfortable with him. I can just say whatever I want to in his class, and he can pick on me, and we can just have fun with William Blake (The Bard…again, you had to have been there). I also have this class with Josh Davis, another survivor of English 112 (last semester). It’s great. We sit together and gang up on Thomas. I love it. Although the subjects that we deal with in Lit. can be a little hard (for me) to wrap my mind around sometimes, Thomas really makes it easy to ask lots of questions until I understand what the FUCK he’s talking about.

All in all, this semester is probably going to be my most challenging. But also, somewhat rewarding and fun…just make sure you ask me come May, when I’m getting ready to be done.