- Advanced Composition (English 341): To be honest, when I signed up for this class I thought I had gotten myself into a huge mess. I mean, come on. Advanced Composition? It sounded boring even if it promised continuous writing. I thought this class would murder me. Instead, it's one of my favorite classes. It's like Socratic Seminar for English majors. She understands that the reading is difficult, and she expects us to discuss them. There are no right or wrong answers in her class. As for my professor, she's big, but not in an overweight big. She's basketball playerf/football player. She's built like an olympic athlete, and if it wasn't for the perpetual smile that graced her features people would run away from her cowering in fear. She's the embodiment of the saying, "Seeing is decieving." From what I've learned about her, she is a farm girl. She was born and raised in rural Minnesota, and when she graduated high school, she moved to urban Chicago. Talk about a huge change of scenery. She's a bit on the naive side, though. She honestly thinks that everyone is out to help her, or she used to. She's still getting used to city life if you can even call the urban disastor that we call home a city. She's a promising teacher though, and is someone taht encourages me to observe, write, and create.
- English Literature I (English 311): This class is also interesting, and I actually anticipate procrastinating on the reading material like I always do. Some things never change. Anyway, the class is interesting. We're starting with Beowulf, a book I've read before, but this time we're going to read the whole thing. My teacher seems to be a movie buff. I say this because she relates everything to movies. For example: she taught us about the definition of the word "canon" by taking us to IMDB and showing us the top ten films voted by IMDB users, and the top ten grossing films in the United States. She also promises that we'll watch Beowulf (not the one with Angelina Jolie) soon. Speaking of my professor, I find it ironic that she teaches an English Literature class. When you watch movies like Sweeney Todd or POTC, and you see the old Englishmen and women, the first thing you-or at least I-- notice is their teeth. Her teeth belong in one of those movies. They're rusty yellow color tinged with blacks and browns. They hang from her mouth at different sizes and some overlap each other. It's amazing how some people can't afford to go to the dentist, and I don't mean that in a degrading way. She's also short and plump like the rich people in Europe were back in the day. Her strawberry blonde hair, however, may point to an Irish background instead of an English background, but English and Irish backgrounds overlap. She's also the complete opposite of my Composition instructor. She's loud, and doesn't shy away from vulgar topics. Her jokes are pervy and crude, but so are mine and I like that about her.
- Elementary French I (French 12): Ah, how great is is to learn another language besides Spanish. It's different and similar in a way that makes knowing a little Spanish both a hinderance and a blessing. I've had my professor before so I'm familiar with her ways, and that familiarity is nice and comforting. I know her tests, I know her homework. I know her. Last year, I commented that my instructor is pretty. She's small, frail, and exactly what you would expect from a girl of French decent. She teaches yoga, and her hair is big. Brown, curly, and slightly frizzy, it frames and consumes her face. If she straightened it, and cut it shorter, she would be amazing. Especially with that bone structure. She should get a Tyra Makeover. Her accent is adorable, and I like watching her speak. She moves her lips in a way that doesn't seem particularly human. It's amazing, and when I try to speak her native tongue, I find myself mimicing her lip movements. She loves to cook, and she believes a lot of the sterotypes people have about her own culture. French people love to cook, French people are rude and snooty, French professors are evil. Normally, stereotypes annoy me, but we do it all the time. But you just have to remember that there are exceptions to every rude. Not everyone is like that, but she definitely is.
- Modern Biology (NSCI 120): I'm going to dread this class. Last semester, I thought Smelly was intolerable. His odor, his teaching methods, his homework. His class nearly drowned me in homework and prelabs while his excrutiating body odor suffocated me. It would have been a painful way to die, but at least I made it out alive and well although perpetually scarred. The second part of his course, though, will surely kill me. I, being the smart person that I am, decided tot ake it with another professor. One that would teach instead of give homework and who didn't reak of onions and spoiled milk. However, i didn't realize that the teacher I had chosen was on the polar opposite of Smelly. She teaches strictly by powerpoint. Not her own, I might add, but the one that came with the book. You would think this would be great, a smooth, easy ride. But it's not. Just like too much water can kill you, oversimplification will destroy you as well and it'll probably be twice as painful. The class is too easy for me, and poses no direct challenge. It'll be an easy A , I guess. Also, this professor is my only African American professor, which makes no difference to me, buti t's nice to point out these things. As for what I know about her, she has her MD, and she's definitely a Christian. For the evolution chapter, she refuses to lecture on it. Instead, we have to do a project. I don't care about evolution, and I'm not even sure I believe in it, but this shouldn't bother me. Instead, it bothers the crap out of me. Seperation of church and state means that we have to learn evolution, and just making us do a project on it will not suffice. Especially when she stated that Evolution was the key to biology. But whatever. My professor is also rather tall for a woman. At one point, she must have been beautiful, but age has not been kind to her. Her cheeks seem heavy,a nd weigh down her face. Her hair is uneven and is almsot always pulled into a tight professional bun. She used to be a psychiatrist, but for some reason she gave up the world of crazy patients and mental disorders for a teaching job at a second rate university. She must really have a passion for teaching.
- Introduction to Speech (Speech 200): I knew exactly what I was getting into with this class. I knew my professor was fun, I knew he was easy going, and I knew that the seniors last year passed his class with flying colors. Therefore, I signed up for his class, and I was not disappointed. He has a rule for everything funny yet horrible that has happened in his class from speech fetish erections to climbing through the window because you're late to class. From what I've learned about my professor, he likes journalism and is starting a journalism program at the school. He used to have a speaking disorder when he was younger, but int he fourth grade, he joined a speech competition and managed to take home the first place prize. That day, he'd found his calling. It's truely inspirationaly, I think, to remember sucha life changing moment. I mean, it would have been a great college essay. As for me, I can't remember when I decided I wanted to major in english, when I decided writing was my calling. I think, because of my stubborness to stray from my dreams of majoring in prelaw, that my process to finding my calling was gradual, and by the time I realized it, it was too late. But I'm rambling now. Back to him. He's married, and he got married early. He doesn't care about what people think about him. He wears glasses, texts as much as any teenager, and he carries a small black brief case. His class will surely be interesting.
1.20.2010
The First Week Of School Is Complete
So I will describe my classes one by one along with my professors. What's funny is this is the AVID assignment for this week. ^^
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