Day 11...

Today in my community first aid and CPR class I had to test that I could save a conscious choking infant.  So I did, which felt good, but to prove that a good deed never goes unpunished... I had this song in my head the rest of the day.

Day 10...

Blogging is harder this semester than it was last semester.  I'm not in any classes that have a discussion component.  I have science, math, government and a health class.  Pretty cut and dry, lots of lectures...very little interaction.

Who knew that when 18-22 year old keep their mouths shut they seem completely normal?  I can go through an entire day without hearing one of them say something really stupid.

I know...crazy...right???

This semester is also boring because my professors are all good.  They teach what they are there to teach, so except for a couple hundred hair-twists, my classes are pretty uneventful.

As I get ready to register for next semester's classes, I'm going to have to keep this in mind.  I either need some courses with class participation or a dirty old professor to keep this blog interesting.

Day 9...

I'm a little surprised about how much I enjoy my Global Landforms class.  Learning about plate tectonics and denudation is actually pretty darn interesting.  It funny how interesting these things are to me now because in high school stuff like this was torture!

Our professor passed our first test back today, but before he did he showed us a little graphic.  It looked a little something like this.  I'll be honest, I thought I did pretty good, but this graph scared the crap out of me.

The professor handed back our Scantron sheets, then the results of the Scantron part of the test. Which with like 48 students in the class took about 20 minutes. I did pretty good on that part of the test although, I left one blank...which is ironic, because I bust Owen's balls all the time about double checking his work.  I preach about how simple mistakes are caught if you just spend a few seconds double checking. Truth be told, I did double check I just missed it, so I guess I should just shut my frickin' trap! 

Then he finally started handing back the actual test that showed our score.  The suspense was terrible!  The kid next to me, who said that he thought he did pretty good, got his test back first with an F on it. He left pissed and I had to take some calming breaths to prevent hyperventilating.  

Finally, he handed me this lovely little grade.

I ♥ A's! 

Day 8...

Dear Professor (of the class that ends at 2:52pm on the second floor of Doudna),

I'm writing to beg you to please exit the room promptly at 2:52pm. Your class ends at 2:52pm, yet you continue to linger with your students until almost 3pm everyday! It's not so much that the other students and I care if you shave a few minutes from our class that begins after yours, but in case you haven't noticed, our Professor, seems to care a lot.

Your almost daily tardiness throws a wrench in his daily routine and that's NOT good for him!  The pacing, hair twisting, rocking and muttering to himself as he checks his watch 75 times a minute screams..."Get the hell out of my classroom, I can't cope with this change!"  I'm not sure if your familiar with the Autism Spectrum, but I'd bet my red Swingline stapler this guy is. To help you understand, I made a visual.

Now, before you send this amazing tool to a medical journal, I need to give credit to Benny, Steve, Milton, Raymond and John for their assistance.  I couldn't have done it without all of them...thanks guys!

Please study this chart, watch some TV and rent some movies to educate yourself on Autism.  This is what the experts do.  I mean, why else would Family Matters have been on TV for 9 years...it had to be for research!

In conclusion, please, please take this warning seriously!  None of us want this guy to go all "4 MINUTES TO WAPNER!" on your ass, ok!?

You're welcome,

JRS

Day 7...

This is the post where I take back every bad thing I've ever said about 18-22 year olds.  Well, maybe not everything, but I need to give credit where credit is due.

Today, I left my cell phone sitting on a bench for about 2 hours.  I don't usually leave my phone places.  I don't usually lose things; I may forget things at home or in my car, but I almost always know where my things are.

This morning, I went to ask one of my professors a question, and had to wait in the lobby part of his building until he was free.  This is not my normal routine and it's times like these when I lose stuff.  I get up and go talk to my professor, then leave the building to go to my next class.  As my class ended over an hour later, I realized (because as I dumped my 77 pound backpack all over the floor looking for it) that my phone was not with me!

I panicked as I tried to think back where I had it last and I freaked out as I remembered that my phone doesn't really lock. Anyone could use it or the information on it to do terrible things....like check my email, delete my calendar or worse yet....put a phony update on my facebook status.......GASP!

So I rush back to that stupid bench in the lobby of my professors building and there, awkwardly sitting between two 18-22 year olds(in the exact spot I left it), is my phone.  I was so happy and proud of the kids I go to school with. I wanted to hug them, and thank them for being wonderful and honest young adults.

Instead, I asked if they were willing to sell me some of their Ritalin....maybe with a clearer head, I won't leave my phone laying around.

Day 6...

I got my Algebra test back today, and I was a little disappointed when I saw that I got a 76% or a C.  As I took the test on Thursday, I was feeling pretty good about it.  I felt like I knew what I was doing.  I left feeling fairly confident I'd done well.  So the C was a bit unexpected.

After examining my test a little more, I realized I only got 2 questions wrong!  I got the rest of the answers right, but I didn't show exactly what the professor wanted to see so I lost a bunch of points.
Which is weird because...shouldn't that be exactly what the professor wants to see.....the right frickin' answer!???!?!?  Well, after class I went to ask the professor that very question...and guess what...I was WRONG.  She doesn't want to see the right answer. She wants to see shit like this....

This is a 10 point question, and as you can see I only got 6 points because I didn't "define x" or write a "sentence."  I couldn't figure out how "x" could really be defined in this problem.  I mean it isn't a year, an age or a dollar amount...it's just a number.  That couldn't be right, I mean this is a college Algebra course, clearly, they wouldn't need us to simplify something that much, right?   WRONG AGAIN!!!!

Yeah, you heard me, the professor was giving 2 points to see this on the test...x=the number! Now, I just have to ask...ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?  No shit, x=the number.  Seriously, I was expected to waste pencil lead and 5 seconds of my time to write x=the number?  As you can see, I lost another 2 points because I didn't write this sentence at the end...The number is 11.

This shit happened on 4 other problems.  So lets figure out my total point loss in algebraic terms.

Day 5...

Continued from Day 4. (Which was edited after publishing so those of you who received it on email may want to go back and read the part you missed.) When you last heard from me,  I'd just changed a wrong answer that an ignorant and annoying girl wrote on our assignment.

I got to class really early today to go over the first 3 chapters one last time, because we had a test scheduled. No one else was there, since it was like 5 to 8 in the morning, so I decided I was going to move the lefty desk away from me...annoying Emily is a lefty and she sits next to me because that's where the desk is.  I moved the desk up two rows and over a few spots.  This passive aggressive...I mean proactive  move gave me hope that I'd be able to fully focus on the test and not on the snotty bitch sitting next to me who tried to mess with me and my Algebra grade.

Guess who else arrived early?  Yep!  Not only did she arrive early, but she moved her desk back!  I'm not even kidding you. Who does she think she is, moving desks?

I just ignored her and kept studying.  The professor came in and started handing back our group assignments.  She hands ours to Emily and I hear..."What??!"  When I look over, I see that we have a 3/10 on the assignment. She's all..."I'm sure this is right and no way could this be wrong."

That's when I realize my mistake.

HOLY SHIT! This girl is a frickin' NITRO and I pretty much left her in charge of an assignment that I'd be graded on. Only stopping to double checked one little thing...the slope...which by the way, was only partially right because her math was so jacked up.  

I was so mad at myself! As I was coming unglued, I realized that I'd once again trusted an 18 year old girl, and once again bad things happened.  I got my first F at UWP.

Yeah, yeah I know I'm a moron.  Well, at least I didn't go to private school, I've heard those kids are frickin' idiots and clearly, they don't know how to use a calculator!