Thursday, September 15, 2011

Spontaneous thoughts from my night class.

So here I am, figuratively sweating my balls off (literally noticeably sweating from my forehead) in my three hour marathon night class at UNB with the prof whose name I can't yet pronounce and I find myself wondering "am I typing enough"? Do you know how uncomfortable these chairs are? Probably. Do you know how uncomfortably they are with a sweaty bum? Hopefully not. Frig, the guy to my left just looked at me, maybe I am typing too much now. Or maybe it's the sudden influx of typing that through him off. In his mind I went from barely awake to the most dedicated note taker in class. 
This class is pretty good, I mean the make up of it that is. The professor is foreign and mumbles so I am barely grasping half the stuff he is trying to express. Luckily he doesn't expect too much class engagement and whenever he does there are a couple of students who pick up the slack. Most notably the 38 year old eager woman in the front row who will offer a quick, casual yet wrong answer to most open ended questions. I mean yeah, she usually doesn't get it right but at least the prof feels like we're all listening because of her frequent participation. When she isn't up to the task or her self confidence is too belittled from being constantly corrected there are two or three others who snap out of their distant half-slumber to mutter a few words that are considered satisfactory.

Let's say that hypothetically you wrote a university level textbook and you somehow got a say in who were to teach your class, would you pick the most incomprehensible sorry sack to teach your class? Think about it, if half of the professors words are not English and the other half are spoken so softly that students are falling off their chairs to try and hear them then everybody would be flocking to the store to purchase your unreasonably expensive textbook.

Actually Mr. Fudd, we think you would be perfect for the position


You know what's super lame? Putting a picture of a roller coaster on a book called "Corporate Finance" ... really? Surely that's false advertising. There has to be some laws against that. I mean I understand that finances are involved in building a roller coaster but still.



Am I wrong to assume that graphs are universally similar? It amazes me how messy some professors can get from drawing graphs. You know when you're sitting in class and you're like "frig, what do I take down for notes here? I have no idea what's going on. Why don't I pay more attention" and then bam he picks up his marker and you're like aww hell yeah it's graph time. Everyone understands graphs, time to get back in the game. And you know it starts out tame enough, you start to get even more optimistic.


But this isn't grade school anymore champ. One lined graphs are a thing of the past and any real learnin' is done with the classic yet very simple double line graph. Also this be UNB so we can't afford several marker colors... yet

Oh and didn't we tell you? This is a scatter plot graph ... so let's add that in even though it's a bit late. 

That's when sanity takes the back seat. The Mozart track that symbolize insane craziness takes a predominant role as the disconnect between the pen hand and reality visibly increases. 




Finally, like a man who was out with family and volunteered as a subject to the sexual hypnotist exposition, the prof snaps back to common sense, embarrassed - possibly even in tears - and tries to save face "ahem ... yes so all that will be on the mid term. Let's close our books and I'll see everyone next week" 

Anyway ... I think I will end my rant here. Class has started to pick up, we're doing maths now so that's a bit more exciting ... to me anyway. 

To my fellow students, best wishes in your first month of classes. Make sure dem techas are learnin ya reel gud lol. 


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