Tuesday, September 9, 2008
School...actually enjoyable
The first week of school finished wrapping up and now it's time for week two. There's something kind of retarded about the first day of class. I don't know about you guys, but I usually take a seat in the back of the class just so I can scope out who the hell is going to be in it, and who actually seems like cool to talk to. Then there's always a series of events that take place. The first is the "cute" person in class. Most of us guys always want to know if we are going to get some eye candy in class. Yes, I know that seems kind of juvenile but I'm telling you that I don't want to be stuck in class listening to a professor talk in words that I'm sure 95% of the class is not going to get, but will nod there head as the teacher makes eye contact with them, and not have anything else to look at. I'm sure most of you who read this blog can actually admit that you do this. I do, that's for sure. My philosophy teacher looked me right in the eye and said something in Greek and I just rubbed my chin while nodding yes and he smiled and gave me the thumbs up. Also, there's only so much texting underneath your backpack you can do. The next event that will occur is the dead silence. Everyone is in class, the teacher isn't quite there yet and you always have that one a-hole that will try and make a joke that no one will laugh at and make that guy feel like a total idiot. I am also that guy. The bad thing about college is that when you sign up for class, almost all of the students will sign up with a friend so they can help each other out and not deal with making new friends. Usually this comes in handy when teachers start talking about projects. That word is like a drug to people. Because when projects get mentioned, you immediately think group projects. I was sitting in photo and my teacher mention projects and almost simultaneously, these groups of girl’s eye-fuck each other and start doing baseball signs saying "will you be my partner" to their friends. Oh yeah, I know this ladies. I cracked the code the other night. I'm starting to crack all these codes you girls play with us guys. Like when we ask you if we can go have a guys night out and you have to check with the Mrs.. She has that tone in her voice that's like "Yeahh...go have fun with the guys. I'll stay at home tonight". What she's really saying is "You bet your ass you're going with the guys". It's true. I think women should have like a rattle like rattlesnakes just so we kind of know if we're about to make the wrong decision. "Hey Mike's right, your cousin is a little cute after the surgery" rattle rattle rattle "...cute in a Sloth from Goonies kind of way". In a way, I kind of hate group projects though. Maybe like one partner but that's it. You always get that kid in class who you give him or her their part to do and they always "forget" or say "they were busy at work" or "I just found out I have AIDS so I was just bummed this whole week". Excuses… Or you get the kid in class who seems to know everything about that subject. Which is a ridiculously douchey thing of them. Why take a class you already know? I have this kid in my philosophy class who tries to answer the question and then gets it completely wrong the entire time, But then he tries to argue that he's right. Um, I'm pretty sure the professor who has a PHD in this and has done numerous thesis's on this topic and actually teaches the class would probably kind of know what he's teaching. Oh and don't get my started on my other class. Jesus Christ it's like 4th grade. She makes us read some of the chapters in class out loud like we don't know how to read ourselves. The best is seeing people scramble and count how many kids are in front of them so they see what paragraph they have to read to see if it's long or short. You hear a bunch of "oh man's" when people get the long paragraph. I counted too back in the day. Then again, I know how to actually read now so I don't spend 15 minutes trying to annunciate the word island in 20 different ways like some of these other retards. But those are my classes so far and it's actually enjoyable.
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You know how much I dislike people. Imagine me working with people in groups. I hate group work.
Over Thanksgiving break, we decided to have a group meeting on that Sunday at 10pm. I get to the meeting and only one person is there (out of 8). We meet up later in the week and the excuse was, "We were busy" "We didn't want to leave break early" "I forgot".
Then we had a four page draft of our proposal due, the guy who said that he would compile our research into the proposal decided to only type and turn in two pages.
Two of my group partners (the ones who were actually working) went to the professor and complained. We got As, the rest of the group got screwed.
I hate group work regardless.
Fuck group work, unless you're trying to hook up with that person. Ha
Haha I do the code thing when it comes to group projects. I rather be in a group with girls than the retarded guys at this school. No joke chunty as hell. And there's never so much texting you can do on a phone.
Ha I agree with B. Sinclair. Us girls need to stick together sometimes because you boys are weird and stutter. Then again, us chicks can be bitches to one another.
I used to count kids in class all the time to make sure I didn't have a long paragraph. Not because I didn't know how to read, but I was lazy and just wanted to sleep ha.
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