I hope I become that kind of mean teacher that students love...

I survived the first day of class at Columbia College with a splitting headache, courtesy of the sleeping pill I thought would be such a great idea last night. Thanks a lot, modern medicine.



My women's studies class won't be as much of a man bashing class as I'd hoped. Everyone seems really down to earth so I guess that means I'm going to miss out on the experiences I've heard about symbolic bra burning in higher education. Damn.



My English class is going to be as painful as expected. I'm (clearly to all reading my blog) a little rusty when it comes to writing. We wrote a practices essay and while my teacher smiled and said "Your style is good but grammar needs a little work," I took her grimace to mean "Girl, you don't know a period from a hole in your..."



Philosophy was nice. The teacher's introduction included asking students to silently answer questions such as "Do you believe in God/afterlife/evil?" Then telling the class to please leave these personal beliefs at the door when coming into classroom discussions. "We are not here to attack, defend, or promote our personal religions, just to discuss philosophy and different ways of thinking presented by different religious beliefs." I appreciated that. It had the familiar ring of Pressman's intro to biological anthropology... Those days seem so long ago...



Last but not least, history: he promised we won't have to memorize too many dates. From the syllabus and his little "please don't drop out of my class yet" shpeel, the course sounded to me more like a history/historical anthropology class. Praise heaven, because I had just been telling my boyfriend that I wished I'd picked a couple more major-specific (or at least not boring as hell) classes to keep my interests piqued during the first term. Aside from that, the teacher had a decent enough sense of humor and asked an English major what she "planned to do with (her) pre-unemployment degree?" The girl looked pissed, but I got a kick out of it. I mean seriously! You're an English major! You're going to need a sense of humor in order to not snap!



Well, I'm off to go read pages 15-27 of my Using Sources Effectively book.



I know.



You're jealous, try to contain it.