Almost through my second week of school and only 15 more to go. Well, and 8 years or something close to that. I need to stop reminding myself about that.
I made it through my first paper, not sure of what grade I’ve gotten yet.
I took my first math quize and aced it. Even though it was SUPER easy math that a fourth grader would get correct, I’m still proud of myself.
I’ve learned how to do research in the Library and can’t wait to make the Librarian my friend.
I’m terrified of my lack of ability to notice a fragment sentence and wonder if I’ll be kicked out of my English class once she reads my first paper. Although I DO plan on making use of the Writing Center on campus. I’m hoping someone there might be able to impart some grammar knowledge. I’d ask Brian, but that’s not really fair to him. In fact, I’ve decided that I won’t be having him read my papers anymore. I’m just going to use the Writing Center. This will, most likely, help with the prevention of our divorce. Plus, I don’t think I really learn anything when he reads them, because he can’t take the time to explain WHY my sentence is a fragmented sentence. Oh why, why didn’t I listen to Ms. Spallina in Freshman Advanced English?!?! She wanted to send me back to regular english, because my grammar was so bad. I begged and begged her until she said that she wouldn’t. Now, I’m screwed. If someone sat me down and asked me to find the verb, subject, adjective, blah, blah, blah of a sentence, I’d most likely get all those answeres wrong. I really don’t know any of the rules of punctuation either. Anyway, my point is, Writing Center? Here I come!
So, my Weight Lifting class is kind of a joke. Apparently, it’s not REALLY a class. It’s just a really CHEAP gym membership. Which is worth it, but come on! My expectation was that he would have a set of exercises/lifts each day, write them on the board or supply us with a handout and then go through it once and then we would proceed and then he would walk around making sure no one killed themselves. Well, no…apparently I had VERY high expectations. I just figured oh well, but then I was talking to this group of three older ladies who were taking the same teacher’s yoga class the hour before our weight lifting class. I asked them if they were enjoying the yoga class. They said the other teach from the last semester was much better. I commented on the lack of direction in our class and they said they had talked to him about it and he said, “They don’t pay me enough to be a personal trainer for 40 students.” So, yeah…apparently they only pay him to sit on his ass while most of the students fumble around with machines and weights. Luckily, I know what the hell I’m doing, but if I didn’t? I’d drop the class instantly. It just doesn’t make sense, I mean does he just sit there and tell everyone to start doing yoga? That would be like my World Religion teacher saying, “Okay, start learning about Religion.” I believe there is a tennis class scheduled at the same time. I see people walking with their rackets to the courts as I’m walking to my Weight Lifting “class”. Can you imagine what a disaster that class would be without direction? I mean I really hope that instructer has some drills and practices and suggestions on form. Thank goodness I took a class in something I already know!
Okay, I’m sure there is some kind of homework I should be doing instead of this.
