Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Spring, Day 2.

Well, this morning was a nice change of pace, I was up before the sun.  It's a lot of fun when you think about it, I'm used to going to bed when the sun comes up.

But, as it's Wednesday, that means that it's Global Media at 8:30, followed by Personal Growth at 10 a.m.

Every semester, every college student on the planet knows that at least one of their classes is going to be a lemon.  And I don't mean Lemon in the swoon-type nature of the brilliant ad either.  I mean a real, flat out lemon.  What happens when you put a lemon straight into your mouth?  The overwhelmingly sour taste makes your face pucker and you put it down quickly.  (Except for Nan, she eats lemons with salt on them...go Nan.)

My lemon for the semester is the much hoped for Personal Growth.  We went through the list a few days ago of the brilliant topics being covered in it.  I was so excited to go to that class today after the underwhelming grind that is Global Media.  I did my walk across campus, even stopping for a Vanilla Frappucino, still making it on time.

What I didn't realize is that we've come a pretty good circle thus far.  Remember my first semester way back?  I had Nevada School Law in a lecture hall...remember that?  Yeah, Personal Growth is in the same lecture hall with 90 other students.  I will say this, my history class is much larger.  Taking the exact same seat I sat in for Nevada School Law, I waited for class to begin.

As I waited, I noticed that the first two rows of the class were filled with very young (read: no more than 19 years old) students filling in and talking obnoxiously.  I knew it wasn't a good sign.  What I didn't know is that when I went into the lecture hall, I held the door open for my professor.  For the sake of comedy and I know my friend Kathy will get a kick out of this, my professor for Personal Growth has the unique pseudonym of Doctor Cat.  Yep, Doc Cat is a fairly young woman, my age or slightly younger and let's just say it out loud, not what I expected and not what I deem as appropriate for that class.  She's a licensed therapist in her own practice and she's one of those gals that is very stand up.  She tells jokes, anecdotes about her current patients...(wait, is that ethical?)...and has made it clear to the entire class that it's going to be a walk.  By just what came out of her mouth, she's not even enthused to teach it.

The topics which I revered taking part in, she looked at and said, "Blah, blah, blah."  Literally.  It was like a stake plunged through my chest.  The one course I thought I was going to get something out of, that I really wanted to delve deep into, well, according to the professor, "This class isn't hard..."  I sat there feeling completely jipped out of the money I paid for the class.  Seriously, I feel like I just got assaulted and robbed.  Really?  Personal Growth is a joke?  Telling us that "when I find out what being an adult is, I'll let you know." Really?  Oh gods.  I cried all the way home, my heart heavy with disappointment.  The topics being covered are things I need in my life right now...yes, as in a desperate need...these are things I need to learn, to discover about myself...and she's treating it like a joke!  The rest of the Neanderthal man-child students cheered as she explained how she wasn't going to push any of the topics, that basically sitting through the class and reading the textbook would guarantee you an A.  I'm just sick about this.  Really just physically ill.  The one class that I thought, "yeah! I'm going to dig this!" ends up being a friggin' lemon.

But, we must find a bright side, yes?  It fulfills one of the core requirements for my degree.  Had I known that the class would be a total rip-off, I wouldn't have even bothered with that class and taken something else.  However, since the list is rather gaunt and thin in that department, I've got to suck it up and get through it, realizing that yes, it's just another grind.  Oh I'll just say it out:  How fucking disappointing.  It just breaks my heart.

Do me a favor, remind me when it's all over that I took something horrible and made it worthwhile.

Now, I get the wonderful experience (since I finally got to buy my books today) of doing my reading for history.  The Declaration of Independence.

Someone, wake me when it's summer.

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