So, I've been back to school for about three days now. My History of Christianity class is pretty cool. I like that it's being taught from a secular perspective--it gives me a new way of looking at things, and I'm getting a lot of information that I never had before. Medieval Manuscripts annoys me. The teacher is a bit airy-fairy and disorganized. Our readings are on a "however far we get" basis, which means that I don't have a set-in-stone syllabus. Call me kooky, but not having a list of readings and when they're due makes me nervy. At least she gave us the due dates for our papers. Further annoyance was caused by the fact that our teacher started us out with modern art. I realize that she's probably going to try to pull it all together, but I signed up for this class to study medieval manuscripts. I hope we get out of the modern era soon. Also, just to top things off, the final for that class is at 8:00 am on Monday of finals week. ERRRRGH.
My Restoration and 18th Century Literature class deserves special mention. My teacher is pretty nifty. I have no complaints as far as she's concerned. I do have a complaint with where the class is. It took me over half an hour to find it, as it is as far from my first class that day as it is possible to be. The classroom is in a converted house, on the third floor, practically off campus. I don't think that they should have any classes there. It is not a building with classrooms. The room we are in is small and crowded. In fact, all of my classes are crowded. That irritates me. It may be irrational, but I like to have more than six inches between me and the next person.
While I'm complaining, I hate those desks that are basically an armrest attached to a flimsy plastic chair. I take most of my notes on my computer (I type far more quickly than I write by hand), and it is impossible to set up my laptop on those stupid pseudo-desks. My favorite way of doing things is just having a room filled with tables and chairs. I mean, real tables. I mean, I'm grown up enough to be able to share a table and not jab my fellow students in the neck with my mechanical pencil. I can keep my hands, feet, and other objects to myself. Why can't I have a full writing/typing surface? And have you ever tried to balance both a textbook and a notebook on one of those little laminated armrests? Fuhgeddaboutit!
Other than these small annoyances, classes look like they're going to be interesting. I am, however, really looking forward to being completely done with school. My professors haven't hesitated about piling on the homework. So...much...reading!
And now, a Cat Update.
Mia has still not learned that she is not allowed on tables and counters. Today, she was caught on the dining room table. Alex scared her off, whereupon she dropped on Loki and scared the bejeebers out of him. Loki will recover. Mia has already forgotten all about the incident.
And now, bed. I'm sleepy, and I have a driving lesson tomorrow. Blargh.
My Restoration and 18th Century Literature class deserves special mention. My teacher is pretty nifty. I have no complaints as far as she's concerned. I do have a complaint with where the class is. It took me over half an hour to find it, as it is as far from my first class that day as it is possible to be. The classroom is in a converted house, on the third floor, practically off campus. I don't think that they should have any classes there. It is not a building with classrooms. The room we are in is small and crowded. In fact, all of my classes are crowded. That irritates me. It may be irrational, but I like to have more than six inches between me and the next person.
While I'm complaining, I hate those desks that are basically an armrest attached to a flimsy plastic chair. I take most of my notes on my computer (I type far more quickly than I write by hand), and it is impossible to set up my laptop on those stupid pseudo-desks. My favorite way of doing things is just having a room filled with tables and chairs. I mean, real tables. I mean, I'm grown up enough to be able to share a table and not jab my fellow students in the neck with my mechanical pencil. I can keep my hands, feet, and other objects to myself. Why can't I have a full writing/typing surface? And have you ever tried to balance both a textbook and a notebook on one of those little laminated armrests? Fuhgeddaboutit!
Other than these small annoyances, classes look like they're going to be interesting. I am, however, really looking forward to being completely done with school. My professors haven't hesitated about piling on the homework. So...much...reading!
And now, a Cat Update.
Mia has still not learned that she is not allowed on tables and counters. Today, she was caught on the dining room table. Alex scared her off, whereupon she dropped on Loki and scared the bejeebers out of him. Loki will recover. Mia has already forgotten all about the incident.
And now, bed. I'm sleepy, and I have a driving lesson tomorrow. Blargh.