my business law prof is a touch deranged — i spend friday mornings alternately annoyed and bemused at his vocality on everything from health (”run too hard and you’ll get a heart attack on the spot and DIE DIE DIE!!“) to the french (”the french are mean! don’t believe me? they’ll charge 65 dollars for a sandwich!!“). for three hours every friday, i’m reminded of what a college-level class should be like…all with the forcing you to think and react stuff.
conversely, while i love the fact that there is a dapper and distinguished teacher at a community college, my econ prof can put me to sleep during lecture. the man knows his stuff…oh but christ does he need to speak up. to be fair, he’s a wonderful wry humorist when it comes class problem solving participation time. never thought i’d come across that method at the college level but hey, if it’s done well, i actually learn.
architecture drafting — uh, i’m still wondering what me arse is doing in such a class. i have fun — i make the world’s most elementary mistakes — but i do have fun. graphite-y, grungy, math-confusion fun. and for the record, i still can’t find my damn architect’s scale.