The weather went from a rainy but manageable 20° to a freezing -1° during the space of twelve hours.
Ten of which I spent in class, with a thirty-minute break toeat lunch fight my way out of the maze that is the Business School and all the way across campus to the Chemical and Petroleum Engineering building for my next class.
Ironically, both of my classes are biology classes. They just tend to be in random buildings.
It wasn't a bad day, no, just tiring. It's hard to keep going for ten hours without lunch (because of course 1) I had forgotten to put a fork in my lunchbox, and eating peas with your fingers is sort of tricky and 2) ten-minute lunches are never good.
Also, we did theater-type warmups in German theater, which is perfectly reasonable, and in Genetics discussion section, which is plain weird.
Ochem recitation was also today, and even though it is an extra hour and a half instead of where my dinner should be, it made doing the homework so incredibly easy that I will gladly sacrifice if it makes me understand Ochem. The TA is such a good teacher that by the end of the class I knew more than at the end of last semester, and better, too, even though it was only a review.
I don't think I'm going to hate Tuesdays, because I do enjoy those classes, but the sheer number of hours that schedule requires is enough to make Atlas shudder.
On the plus side, the hard part of my week is over.
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Side note: If I hear any more of Tyra Bank's ineptitudes, I will punch someone in the face. I will. I do wish my roommate would turn off her television...
Ten of which I spent in class, with a thirty-minute break to
Ironically, both of my classes are biology classes. They just tend to be in random buildings.
It wasn't a bad day, no, just tiring. It's hard to keep going for ten hours without lunch (because of course 1) I had forgotten to put a fork in my lunchbox, and eating peas with your fingers is sort of tricky and 2) ten-minute lunches are never good.
Also, we did theater-type warmups in German theater, which is perfectly reasonable, and in Genetics discussion section, which is plain weird.
Ochem recitation was also today, and even though it is an extra hour and a half instead of where my dinner should be, it made doing the homework so incredibly easy that I will gladly sacrifice if it makes me understand Ochem. The TA is such a good teacher that by the end of the class I knew more than at the end of last semester, and better, too, even though it was only a review.
I don't think I'm going to hate Tuesdays, because I do enjoy those classes, but the sheer number of hours that schedule requires is enough to make Atlas shudder.
On the plus side, the hard part of my week is over.
***
Side note: If I hear any more of Tyra Bank's ineptitudes, I will punch someone in the face. I will. I do wish my roommate would turn off her television...
3 comments:
I've been meaning to ask when you mentioned it previously - what is Ochem? It sounds like some sort of ovation to the gods of chemistry!
Ochem stands for Organic Chemistry. It's... Midway between really useful and absolute hell. Mostly it consists of memorizing hundreds of reaction mechanisms to convert between alkenes, alkylhalides, epoxides, and other such abominations of nature (and yet they are in most everything we use).
It's a love-hate relationship, really.
And it's useful.
"I will punch someone in the face. I will." Oh I do love the face of sweet reason. Well, actually, no. There comes a time......
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