Report Card
So far school this semester hasn’t been too unkind. Luckily the professors are gullible enough to think I actually know what I’m talking about… well… mostly. Here’s the impressions so far. The final results won’t be in for a few weeks when LAST TESTS are taken.
I was invited into the CS100 classes to inflict share some of my IT knowledge with their young virgin militant impressionable minds. Suprisingly enough it went well, and little blood was shed.
Hired by the IT department shortly before the start of the semester, I was allowed begged asked to help them organize their Help Desk. Of course in hind sight, and after the fact, they decided that it didn’t didn’t really seem that bad before (non-existent), but they paid me anyway so it was all good.
My least favorite class turned out to be a surprise… friggin Botany. Go figure. I really like plants, but who the hell in their right mind needs to memorize the classifications and common names of 1,000 plants? It looks like I may still pull a friggin "A" outta there but it won’t be because the instructor was soo helpful. (More like a chipmunk on speed.) Ever try and take notes, listen to a lecture, and look at a slide show for three hours at Mach Speed?
E=(MC)squared Look familiar? Sure, good ole Albert snuck into Astronomy again. Would have been nice if he’d left his notes, because mine left me somewhere in Betelguese (the star dammnit, not the movie). My only saving grace in this class was that there were actually other people in the class that were dumber than me. The instructor grades not on a curve, but on a downhill straightaway. I think there are only about 10 or so of us left tho, so it should be interesting. I’m riding the edge of an "A"…. maybe everyone else will develop massive brain farts in the last test.
English comp is fun anyway. (yes, I have to take the damned thing. For some reason they wouldn’t accept my earlier grades from the early 1900’s) I am idolized by the small class of students, who as B’Tude has mentioned have on occasion spontaneously applauded my papers. (Gimme a break, they’re young) Have also been invited to write for the school paper. Clark Kent, here I come! The only way I’ll miss my "A" in that class will be if I set the classroom on fire.
Ahhhh… Philosophy. I think the only reason I get an "A" in this class is because the teacher finds my counter arguments…. er … interesting. Who knew? What the hell, it’s amusing anyway to see the dumfounded looks on their faces. The worst part is healing up from the bruises after B’Tude kicks me a few dozen times during class.
That’s the latest on my school efforts to date. I’ll let you all know later how badly the instructors needed amusement by inflicting me on yet another professor next semester. The University has invited me to join Phi Beta Crapsalot or some such Honors nonsense, but I figure it must have been a mistake… either that, or it’s just a politically correct new name for the short bus.