My first week back at college has come and gone. This is my summary.
First of all, my classes are ridiculous, but not like like in a cool gangster way like "this shit is ridiculous!", but more of like an imaginary number sort of ridiculous like "this shit is ridiculous!".
This semester I have "entertaining" classes but I will not name them in order to be able to ridicule them without consequences.
I will put it this way
I can only understand 2 of my 5 professors due to speech impediments, thick accents, and low mumbling.
Here is further summarization of 2 professors, I count them as professors not for their degree but since I can understand them. (no offence to accents, speech impediments, and low mumbling):
I have one art teacher that I absolutely adore to pieces, too bad he has nothing to do with my future career as a homeless person/housewife/face painter. His downside is I have to walk across an effing bridge over water (Simon and Garfunkel style) to get to him in negative temperatures.
My science professor is cute as a button. She looks the type that would bake you cookies and explain the inner workings of your liver. Today in lab she even helped me make an onion slide for microscope (and only me), either that is love or she senses I have special needs.
Summarization Complete... Now to professors I can only explain with text imitations.
A. "the mission ugghhhhh of uhghhhh this class ughhhhhhh is ughhhhh to ughhhh teach."
B. "Iraq dklfsjsldkjfsdkljfsldk wars sdkfjlsdkjfldsjflksd Pirates 98IEJJDKkjKDLJFLSKJ"
C. "the equathion ith thimple ith youth think about ith"
Disclaimer: I really love these profs, I think they mean well, and I don't mean to sound rude or unappreciative, but I just can't understand them. I get so confused in class because I try to take notes but it just doesn't work. Wish me luck, really.
My week was bad until I saw someone had signed up Rick James for the College Feminists and a theater major yelled "If you are what you eat, then I'm 13 sticks of butter and a pastry"
Oh and no one will sit by me!! seriously, I'm worried if I'm the smelly kid in class. Like people are picking the seats next to the big guy playing World of War Craft instead of me. NO JOKE. Every single class there is always one seat next to me until the last possible moment in class where some says "Eff my life, I have to sit next to her".
The End
Love Love Love
your Unfortunate Friend M
p.s. a water pipe just broke in my building. really.
8e8 <3
First of all, my classes are ridiculous, but not like like in a cool gangster way like "this shit is ridiculous!", but more of like an imaginary number sort of ridiculous like "this shit is ridiculous!".
This semester I have "entertaining" classes but I will not name them in order to be able to ridicule them without consequences.
I will put it this way
I can only understand 2 of my 5 professors due to speech impediments, thick accents, and low mumbling.
Here is further summarization of 2 professors, I count them as professors not for their degree but since I can understand them. (no offence to accents, speech impediments, and low mumbling):
I have one art teacher that I absolutely adore to pieces, too bad he has nothing to do with my future career as a homeless person/housewife/face painter. His downside is I have to walk across an effing bridge over water (Simon and Garfunkel style) to get to him in negative temperatures.
My science professor is cute as a button. She looks the type that would bake you cookies and explain the inner workings of your liver. Today in lab she even helped me make an onion slide for microscope (and only me), either that is love or she senses I have special needs.
Summarization Complete... Now to professors I can only explain with text imitations.
A. "the mission ugghhhhh of uhghhhh this class ughhhhhhh is ughhhhh to ughhhh teach."
B. "Iraq dklfsjsldkjfsdkljfsldk wars sdkfjlsdkjfldsjflksd Pirates 98IEJJDKkjKDLJFLSKJ"
C. "the equathion ith thimple ith youth think about ith"
Disclaimer: I really love these profs, I think they mean well, and I don't mean to sound rude or unappreciative, but I just can't understand them. I get so confused in class because I try to take notes but it just doesn't work. Wish me luck, really.
My week was bad until I saw someone had signed up Rick James for the College Feminists and a theater major yelled "If you are what you eat, then I'm 13 sticks of butter and a pastry"
Oh and no one will sit by me!! seriously, I'm worried if I'm the smelly kid in class. Like people are picking the seats next to the big guy playing World of War Craft instead of me. NO JOKE. Every single class there is always one seat next to me until the last possible moment in class where some says "Eff my life, I have to sit next to her".
The End
Love Love Love
your Unfortunate Friend M
p.s. a water pipe just broke in my building. really.
8e8 <3
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