"Like, oh my god, look at all of those puppies!"
"I know! There is so much! Like, at LEAST six." - two teen girls on the subway discussing a couple who had many small dogs
"I love reading the dictionary, it's like... my favourite pet peeve. It's a new hobby of mine. And I love conversating with people. That rocks." - some dumbass on tv
So, my first "week" of school has ended. Here are some overall impressions of my classes and of people in general.
My Canadian Literature prof is cool, but he's very much like Mr. Dick, in that, given the chance, he will talk for hours on nothing whatsoever. He started the lecture by asking the class what we think a "Canadian author" is, and then proceeded to go into an elaborate story about how he was a hippy and how much fun he had when he was in university.
The mythology course that I'm taking is in the worst room in the entire school. There's one main entrance, so (naturally) everyone crowds around that one door. By doing this, however, they are not only blocking the way for one to go to the other door (which, admittedly, is somewhat hidden from the frosh's view), but also blocking the entire hallway so that other students cannot pass to go to their own classes. It doesn't take a brilliant person to see that if you just make a small gap between you and the person in front of you, other students (aka me) would not push you out of the way rudely with their shoulders or backpacks. Anyway, so we finally get into the class (after waiting for the class prior to ours to make their way single file out of the one door). Before the lecture began, this guy went up to the prof and asked her if he could have three copies of the syllabus to give to some friends because they couldn't make it and he had to leave right away. She gave him one copy of the first page, and said he could have the rest when he came to the next lecture. I thought that was cool. I mean, yes, first class of the year can be really boring, because most profs go through every word that's written on the syllabus, as if we can't read. Yes, I know we're at UTSC, but give us SOME credit (haha). My first impression of her was a good one. However, she is an oddball. For example, in her introduction of the course, she paused and look around the room. "How many of you here like to draw or like to look at paintings?" A few people hesitantly put up their hands. "You're in the right place!" she said, a little too enthusiastically. "How many of you here like to listen to music?" A few more people put their hands in the air. "You're in the right place!" Another pause. "How many of you like... stories?!" Snickers, but tons of hands. "And YOU are in the right place!" Sigh. There goes the first impression. For some reason, the professor didn't bother to staple the three pages of the syllabus together, so we had to pass the three stacks of paper around the room. This should never be done in any classroom. There was always the one person in the back of the room who was skipped, so the lecture had to stop so that the prof could send the stack up his/her way. While this was going on, a few more students came into the class and scrambled for seats. The professor asked if everyone had a copy, and this one girl (who had JUST stepped into the classroom and was still standing close to the doorway) waved to her and said, "I don't have any of them", to which the professor shook her head and replied, "You can get yours after class."
They've removed a lot of the study space at school, so I have no idea where I'm going to study during my break on Tuesday and Thursdays... Then again, who needs to study, right?
"I know! There is so much! Like, at LEAST six." - two teen girls on the subway discussing a couple who had many small dogs
"I love reading the dictionary, it's like... my favourite pet peeve. It's a new hobby of mine. And I love conversating with people. That rocks." - some dumbass on tv
So, my first "week" of school has ended. Here are some overall impressions of my classes and of people in general.
My Canadian Literature prof is cool, but he's very much like Mr. Dick, in that, given the chance, he will talk for hours on nothing whatsoever. He started the lecture by asking the class what we think a "Canadian author" is, and then proceeded to go into an elaborate story about how he was a hippy and how much fun he had when he was in university.
The mythology course that I'm taking is in the worst room in the entire school. There's one main entrance, so (naturally) everyone crowds around that one door. By doing this, however, they are not only blocking the way for one to go to the other door (which, admittedly, is somewhat hidden from the frosh's view), but also blocking the entire hallway so that other students cannot pass to go to their own classes. It doesn't take a brilliant person to see that if you just make a small gap between you and the person in front of you, other students (aka me) would not push you out of the way rudely with their shoulders or backpacks. Anyway, so we finally get into the class (after waiting for the class prior to ours to make their way single file out of the one door). Before the lecture began, this guy went up to the prof and asked her if he could have three copies of the syllabus to give to some friends because they couldn't make it and he had to leave right away. She gave him one copy of the first page, and said he could have the rest when he came to the next lecture. I thought that was cool. I mean, yes, first class of the year can be really boring, because most profs go through every word that's written on the syllabus, as if we can't read. Yes, I know we're at UTSC, but give us SOME credit (haha). My first impression of her was a good one. However, she is an oddball. For example, in her introduction of the course, she paused and look around the room. "How many of you here like to draw or like to look at paintings?" A few people hesitantly put up their hands. "You're in the right place!" she said, a little too enthusiastically. "How many of you here like to listen to music?" A few more people put their hands in the air. "You're in the right place!" Another pause. "How many of you like... stories?!" Snickers, but tons of hands. "And YOU are in the right place!" Sigh. There goes the first impression. For some reason, the professor didn't bother to staple the three pages of the syllabus together, so we had to pass the three stacks of paper around the room. This should never be done in any classroom. There was always the one person in the back of the room who was skipped, so the lecture had to stop so that the prof could send the stack up his/her way. While this was going on, a few more students came into the class and scrambled for seats. The professor asked if everyone had a copy, and this one girl (who had JUST stepped into the classroom and was still standing close to the doorway) waved to her and said, "I don't have any of them", to which the professor shook her head and replied, "You can get yours after class."
They've removed a lot of the study space at school, so I have no idea where I'm going to study during my break on Tuesday and Thursdays... Then again, who needs to study, right?
1 Comments:
Oh man, good thing I'm not in your classes, otherwise I'd be cracking up at the profs all the time XD
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