I was there for 2 hours and I worked all of frustrations out and enjoyed some time in the sauna as well. It was glorious! Too bad Computer Methods burst my bubble of joy soon after!
My customized Longchamp Le Pliage, which happens to be the biggest size available (size 4), made its way to my house all the way from Paris last Christmas. I was looking for the perfect school bag, and this just happened to be it. Now, as you can see on the website, it is enormous. I can literally fit my life in there. My laptop, my stuffed panda, all kinds of pens and sharpies and notebooks, gym clothes and shoes, make up bag... Everything. It's ridiculous! There's not a single person who hasn't made fun of me when they see me dragging that thing around. I love it and hate it at the same time. It's only been 3 days and my shoulder is killing me. Today I decided to leave my laptop behind, and for some reason, it weighed just the same. The craziest thing is that I don't even have my textbooks in there yet. I just don't know what to do! I'm seriously considering getting one of those bags with wheels. I'll look like a dork, but at least I won't be walking sideways for the rest of my young life.
Here's something interesting... Since I finally met all of my professors, I can now give feedback of what I think so far. Let's start with Chemistry, since that's the one I have most things to say about. I have had terrible luck with Chemistry at my school. I'm just not good at the subject to begin with. My first Chem course, I took with this blonde lady, let's call her Barb. Barb was very sweet, and very intelligent. She spoke well and was always willing to answer your questions. However, Barb did not know how to teach. She would read off power points and rush through everything. Every week we had 2 exams. 1 for lab and 1 for the course. Now, believe me when I say this, maybe 2 questions out of the 20 was something she actually taught us. The other 18 questions made absolutely no sense. I'm not even exaggerating. Three quarters of the class dropped her. I was one of those students.
So, round 2 of Chemistry, I took with someone we'll call Earl (he really did look like an Earl). Anyway, to sum things up, he was even worse than Barb. I did not learn a single thing in his class. The only reason I passed was because our final was open book. It was a miracle. In fact, Earl was so awful, he was fired right after our finals. Thankfully, nobody else will have to suffer the way me and my classmates did.
Now, this semester I wised up and chose the best professor my school could offer. I don't know what to call him, so let's just go with Professor K. Prof. K has a good reputation, so I built my whole schedule around his class. This is the reason why I'm at school from 8AM till 8:30PM sometimes. All because I wanted to learn from Prof. K, because I knew that with him, I'd be able to understand the subject. Yesterday was my first Chemistry class, and guess what? No Prof. K, and instead I get Dr. Kumar (not his actual name, just a very common Indian name).
Don't even get me started because I might cry. Long story short, the school can do nothing to help me. Nothing. Trust me, I'm at school all day, I have nothing but time in my hands. I literally ran up and down that building, and nobody's able to help me. So, now I'm stuck with Dr. Kumar and I'm most certain the best I will do in this class is a C. He doesn't even speak English. He's smart and nice, just like Barb, but he can't teach.
We're calling my Physics professor Morten Harket, not as handsome, but just go with it. I'm calling him that because his cellphone rang in class and his ringtone was A-Ha's Take on Me. It was a sight to see and hear, to say the least. I don't mean to sidetrack, but here's a fun fact: Out of my 6 professors, 3 answered their personal phone calls in class and another ate a sandwich during lecture. This is how you know my school is pretty much a giant piece of poop in downtown Manhattan. Anyways, back on track, Harket is super funny. He's my favorite professor! He's clever, has a great sense of humor, pretty goofy, and boy does he know what he's teaching. He doesn't even use notes, that's when you know he's good. Not only that, but I actually understand everything so far. Let's hope this doesn't change.
My lab instructor in Physics is a hot mess! She's this old lady, let's call her Martha, and she's all over the place. She barely speaks English; I believe she's either Russian or Italian (long stretch, I know). She talks to herself mostly and repeats herself about a billion times and has little fits. Like, she freaks out within herself. It's so bizarre. I do not understand a single thing she says and I'm really relying on my lab partners and the lab manual itself for half the course.
Next up comes Professor K. Although I was not fortunate enough to have him for Chemistry, I do have him for the most useless course I'll ever have to take in college: Computer Methods. This class drags on and on. Prof. K is actually pretty boring, turns out. He might know his science, but he really needs to brush up his computer skills. He's also pretty deaf and I'm almost sure he let one rip the other day (it was awful, it was one of those farts that linger on and on).
Then we have professor McDerp. He has a very Irish name and I'm pretty sure he never left the 80s. He must've repeated five times that he was a "night person." Good to know? He's very funny though and really well spoken. He has a background in Electrical and Biomedical Engineering. I actually stuck around after class (although it was 8:30PM) and got to know him a bit. He's my Differential Equations professor. He also happens to be my second favorite professor at the moment.
Lastly, we have Professor Know-It-All. He's straight out of Africa, not even kidding, and he is mean. I took him for Pre-calculus last summer, and he made me cry a few times. I really did not want to take him for Linear Algebra, but because I was working around my Chemistry course, he really was my only option. Today I almost started crying because of my flashbacks. He is my shortest class, and somehow, it's the class that stresses me out the most. All because of him. I don't know how I'm going to make it through the whole semester with him, but we'll see.
I really need to end this entry. I don't think anyone will even read this far... If you do, I will close this off with some sad news. Anthony went up to Westchester today and he will be gone indefinitely. 28,000 people, I believe, still have no power. I'm very lonely. I hate being home alone and having no one around but my cat to talk to. I also really need someone like him around after a day like today. Or days like everyday this week so far. The weekend can't come soon enough. I miss him so much, I hope he gets back by Saturday -- fingers crossed!
XOXO,
Marge
