First class of the year and I’m already tired of it? Great attitude, Carson. I sat, legs stretched out as far as they could go, inside Professor Schmitt’s classroom: College Hall Room 133. It was quite possibly the tiniest classroom I’ve ever sat in. The width between the rows were extremely narrow and overall, a pain. As the subject itself goes, it’s not much better than the space it is confined to. Communication 100 is the class, which is required for every student.
I figured I could try to look on the bright side, and it seemed like I concluded that the professor seemed pretty nice. In fact, he was extremely nice, but the subject… I hate it. I could have Betty White teaching Communications 100 and I’d probably still hate it. To add to the wound, the only things note worthy for grading are four or five speeches. Wow! I’m not excited!
Next up, history. In a building with air conditioning nonetheless. Truly the first time that the lord has blessed me with something fantastic at this Jesuit Institution. I usually like history, but the way the teacher goes about class, I got the impression that she would be making this class harder than need be. But with that being said, I’m kind of looking forward to the class. The midterm and final, not so much. But everything else might be fine in Coughlin 104. There is one girl, though, that might be a problem. My first impression is that she’s one of those people that during discussions, she won’t let anybody talk.
Fuck. She’s not going to shut up. That was me today, but I can guarantee that that will not be the last time saying that this term. Hopefully tomorrow is better.
Ugh. I miss my friends, family, and dogs. A lot.