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The spring semester has started and I am definitely glad I only signed up for four classes. I don't think that I could handle working and a bigger course load.
One of the classes is drawing. Yes, me, the one who can't draw a stick figure is taking a drawing class. The instructor is the same one I had last semester for ceramics, Mike. Mike says not to worry and that I'll do fine and if I already knew how to draw I wouldn't need the class. Mike's a sweet guy but I'm beginning to think he's daft if he thinks he can teach ME to draw worth a damn. But, I'm gonna try it.
I'm also taking History of America from 1877 with the greatest teacher known to mankind! This class alone makes life worth living, okay? This is the reason I get out of bed in the morning. HIS NAME....... is Vincer. He is the best of the best of the best of the best - just continue that for an hour or so and you'll begin to know how great this man is. And I get to take a second class with him! Yippie!!!!! Dance of joy!!!!!
I signed up for English 1302 Freshman Comp II with a certain teacher that a friend had last semester and said she was tough but fair. When we got to the class it was a different teacher. They had changed the schedule at the last minute. I prepared for the worst but was pleasantly surprised to find that this teacher seems really cool and appears to actually enjoy her job.
They have changed comp classes a lot since I last took one. Comp II is now an argument class instead of the research paper class it once was. Argument writing. Argument. (She said as a sadistic grin crept onto her face.) I'm gonna like this. Mom's comment was, "argument paper's? Pshw! You're gettin' an A." I love to argue. Those who know me best know this to be true. I've been know to start an argument just because I want to argue.
Of course, this has it's down sides. For instance, in a relationship, you have to balance the right amount and the right kind of arguing. Otherwise, you get bad relationships. One one hand your emotions about something or someone run so high that you argue too much and those arguments turn into screaming matches. Or on the other hand you might have emotions running steady which leaves you without the need to argue and searching for that missing element that makes your blood boil. Arguing, even civil debate like arguing can be an incredible high - provided that you avoid the screaming part which is generally bad. (Although, there is something to be said for make-up sex.)
The fourth class I'm taking is Spanish I. I so don't speak spanish. The only words I know are dirty ones! This is going to be a very tough class. The teacher is nice though. He's very patient. Today he was asking a girl in the class where she was from in spanish and she was to respond in spanish. She said she was from Buffalo, NY and he asked if she ever had real Buffalo wings. She responded of course and - I swear this is true - another girl called out, "How is that even possible? Buffalos don't have wings!" The entire class burst out laughing but the teacher kept his cool and calmly explained the misunderstanding.
Well, I gotta get to the studying.
One of the classes is drawing. Yes, me, the one who can't draw a stick figure is taking a drawing class. The instructor is the same one I had last semester for ceramics, Mike. Mike says not to worry and that I'll do fine and if I already knew how to draw I wouldn't need the class. Mike's a sweet guy but I'm beginning to think he's daft if he thinks he can teach ME to draw worth a damn. But, I'm gonna try it.
I'm also taking History of America from 1877 with the greatest teacher known to mankind! This class alone makes life worth living, okay? This is the reason I get out of bed in the morning. HIS NAME....... is Vincer. He is the best of the best of the best of the best - just continue that for an hour or so and you'll begin to know how great this man is. And I get to take a second class with him! Yippie!!!!! Dance of joy!!!!!
I signed up for English 1302 Freshman Comp II with a certain teacher that a friend had last semester and said she was tough but fair. When we got to the class it was a different teacher. They had changed the schedule at the last minute. I prepared for the worst but was pleasantly surprised to find that this teacher seems really cool and appears to actually enjoy her job.
They have changed comp classes a lot since I last took one. Comp II is now an argument class instead of the research paper class it once was. Argument writing. Argument. (She said as a sadistic grin crept onto her face.) I'm gonna like this. Mom's comment was, "argument paper's? Pshw! You're gettin' an A." I love to argue. Those who know me best know this to be true. I've been know to start an argument just because I want to argue.
Of course, this has it's down sides. For instance, in a relationship, you have to balance the right amount and the right kind of arguing. Otherwise, you get bad relationships. One one hand your emotions about something or someone run so high that you argue too much and those arguments turn into screaming matches. Or on the other hand you might have emotions running steady which leaves you without the need to argue and searching for that missing element that makes your blood boil. Arguing, even civil debate like arguing can be an incredible high - provided that you avoid the screaming part which is generally bad. (Although, there is something to be said for make-up sex.)
The fourth class I'm taking is Spanish I. I so don't speak spanish. The only words I know are dirty ones! This is going to be a very tough class. The teacher is nice though. He's very patient. Today he was asking a girl in the class where she was from in spanish and she was to respond in spanish. She said she was from Buffalo, NY and he asked if she ever had real Buffalo wings. She responded of course and - I swear this is true - another girl called out, "How is that even possible? Buffalos don't have wings!" The entire class burst out laughing but the teacher kept his cool and calmly explained the misunderstanding.
Well, I gotta get to the studying.
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