The Year in Review
Today, I begin to pack up my things. I've sold all my books and I've claimed all of my "works of art" from the art annex. I've stopped putting things on the to-be-washed pile and instead just started lining them up to be bagged. Stacks of papers are everywhere, making my room look like it has stalagmites of paper coming out of the floor. I haven't really started going through these papers yet, but I know that I have to.
It seems like, for some reason, a lot of this year has gone in one ear and out the other without meeting much resistance. Maybe it's just the fact that I know the gen-ed classes are worthless and therefore refuse to pay much attention. Maybe it's the fact that I drained my brain pulling through 20 credit hours (anyone who ever takes this many hours will have a lifetime of awed looks and utmost respect from me). Maybe it's the fact that I've been living with a preppy pimp whose comings and goings annoy the living poo out of me. Hell, maybe it's the fact that guys are outnumbered here by a ratio of something like 4:1. Come to think of it, that's probably it.
1/4th of my college career - over! It feels like I have so little to show for it, besides slightly used calc and physics texts (the only books I didn't sell back). Philosophy? Only got a couple of reading ideas. Psychology? I didn't learn anything in there that I hadn't already learned in much greater detail in Mr. Miko's class. Computer Tech? Pshh. Amusing, but nothing new. Same for English. Secondary Ed? We're not even going to get me started on that one. Modhist? Okay, so there's a third class. Still. That's only 11 out of my 37 hours that I consider worth my time and effort. For those of you with less-than-stellar math skills, that's under one in three. That's piss-poor, my friends.
Next year's plate isn't much more fulfilling. Education classes are not exactly what I would refer to as a good way to spend half of every day of my second year of college. I feel a little better knowing that I will have a room to myself, so my studying will be a lot easier to get done and get done right than it is now. Still, I wonder how much of what I take away from next year will be courtesy of my own private studies instead of from the classes that I'm paying for.
How much more knowledge am I packing away to bring home? Woefully little.
Today, I begin to pack up my things. I've sold all my books and I've claimed all of my "works of art" from the art annex. I've stopped putting things on the to-be-washed pile and instead just started lining them up to be bagged. Stacks of papers are everywhere, making my room look like it has stalagmites of paper coming out of the floor. I haven't really started going through these papers yet, but I know that I have to.
It seems like, for some reason, a lot of this year has gone in one ear and out the other without meeting much resistance. Maybe it's just the fact that I know the gen-ed classes are worthless and therefore refuse to pay much attention. Maybe it's the fact that I drained my brain pulling through 20 credit hours (anyone who ever takes this many hours will have a lifetime of awed looks and utmost respect from me). Maybe it's the fact that I've been living with a preppy pimp whose comings and goings annoy the living poo out of me. Hell, maybe it's the fact that guys are outnumbered here by a ratio of something like 4:1. Come to think of it, that's probably it.
1/4th of my college career - over! It feels like I have so little to show for it, besides slightly used calc and physics texts (the only books I didn't sell back). Philosophy? Only got a couple of reading ideas. Psychology? I didn't learn anything in there that I hadn't already learned in much greater detail in Mr. Miko's class. Computer Tech? Pshh. Amusing, but nothing new. Same for English. Secondary Ed? We're not even going to get me started on that one. Modhist? Okay, so there's a third class. Still. That's only 11 out of my 37 hours that I consider worth my time and effort. For those of you with less-than-stellar math skills, that's under one in three. That's piss-poor, my friends.
Next year's plate isn't much more fulfilling. Education classes are not exactly what I would refer to as a good way to spend half of every day of my second year of college. I feel a little better knowing that I will have a room to myself, so my studying will be a lot easier to get done and get done right than it is now. Still, I wonder how much of what I take away from next year will be courtesy of my own private studies instead of from the classes that I'm paying for.
How much more knowledge am I packing away to bring home? Woefully little.
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