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Yesterday was the third time that I've gone to college for a "first day of school"
It took everything in me to simply go.
I have no words to describe the wave of fear I felt as my mind rattled off excuses that might seem acceptable as to why I simply couldn't make it. But I had none. I'm not sick or otherwise hindered from attending.
I've done this before. I've gone here before. I know how this works. I'm good at this. I can do this... I hope.
Last time I was overconfident, even a bit arrogant and my grades reflected that. They were good but not stellar. Stellar takes dedication. Stellar is the Tortoise, and I've pretty much always been the hare. Don't complain about the homework when I Ace your tests, Mr Professor.
But its all because of one class. "Aims of Argumentation" A class about Critical thinking, Logic, Reasoning, Debate and Arguing. This is what it says in the course description. How could I possibly go wrong here?
I was sweating bullets because the Prof is an English Major. That was all I knew going into the class. Frankly If I had known when I signed up, I would have skipped this class entirely. All of my worst fears were confirmed as we went through the Syllabus today.
It would not matter what the subject was, She is a master of assigning busy work. She values Appearance and Organization of Notes over substance and mastery of material. We have a minimum 3 pages of typed 2 column notes to deliver each day that correlates to our reading homework. These must include 5 direct quotes, as well as our thoughts, inferences and questions in our head that occur as we read the text. (yes, thoughts as we read the text)
This is why I Loathe English Majors. If we are going to have a class on Formal Logic and Argument, let the instructor be a Communications major, Philosophy major, or Math Major.
Its as if the class was designed for people who try hard, but can't learn. Their E for effort, will translate into an A+. Meanwhile, I will lucky to escape with a B-, I guarantee it. She even said the one phrase I hate hearing more than any other words that could come out of a Professor's mouth, "Do you want to teach my class?" She said it defensively and rhetorically, but to another student because the Professor asked a question, and the student answered it correctly and quickly.
I have a week to decide if I want to trade it in for another class. As of now, my hand is clutching the Eject Lever, hoping that I find some Courage not to pull it. As of today, I am simply out of my mind afraid.
In other News my Sophomore Sociology class: 5 quizzes, 2 major tests in addition to Lecture and Group Participation = Me getting an instant A+. If you multiplied this Formula times 18 credits divided into 6 Subjects, I would look like a Greek god of Academic Study.
It took everything in me to simply go.
I have no words to describe the wave of fear I felt as my mind rattled off excuses that might seem acceptable as to why I simply couldn't make it. But I had none. I'm not sick or otherwise hindered from attending.
I've done this before. I've gone here before. I know how this works. I'm good at this. I can do this... I hope.
Last time I was overconfident, even a bit arrogant and my grades reflected that. They were good but not stellar. Stellar takes dedication. Stellar is the Tortoise, and I've pretty much always been the hare. Don't complain about the homework when I Ace your tests, Mr Professor.
But its all because of one class. "Aims of Argumentation" A class about Critical thinking, Logic, Reasoning, Debate and Arguing. This is what it says in the course description. How could I possibly go wrong here?
I was sweating bullets because the Prof is an English Major. That was all I knew going into the class. Frankly If I had known when I signed up, I would have skipped this class entirely. All of my worst fears were confirmed as we went through the Syllabus today.
It would not matter what the subject was, She is a master of assigning busy work. She values Appearance and Organization of Notes over substance and mastery of material. We have a minimum 3 pages of typed 2 column notes to deliver each day that correlates to our reading homework. These must include 5 direct quotes, as well as our thoughts, inferences and questions in our head that occur as we read the text. (yes, thoughts as we read the text)
This is why I Loathe English Majors. If we are going to have a class on Formal Logic and Argument, let the instructor be a Communications major, Philosophy major, or Math Major.
Its as if the class was designed for people who try hard, but can't learn. Their E for effort, will translate into an A+. Meanwhile, I will lucky to escape with a B-, I guarantee it. She even said the one phrase I hate hearing more than any other words that could come out of a Professor's mouth, "Do you want to teach my class?" She said it defensively and rhetorically, but to another student because the Professor asked a question, and the student answered it correctly and quickly.
I have a week to decide if I want to trade it in for another class. As of now, my hand is clutching the Eject Lever, hoping that I find some Courage not to pull it. As of today, I am simply out of my mind afraid.
In other News my Sophomore Sociology class: 5 quizzes, 2 major tests in addition to Lecture and Group Participation = Me getting an instant A+. If you multiplied this Formula times 18 credits divided into 6 Subjects, I would look like a Greek god of Academic Study.