In a very small, personal way...
It has finally happened. Sophomore year, semester one, has finally ended. A recap:
9 AM (Monday, Wednesday)
I sit motionless in a lecture hall, listening to a fascinating speech about sociology. It is when I am writing sentences like the previous one that I truly wish computers had a sarcasm button. Anyways, sociology has got to be my least favorite subject to hear about. It's not that it is difficult, it's that the whole damn thing should be renamed Stating the Obvious 101. My textbook had, as all textbooks do, bold words that are supposed to be integral to my learning process. The difference was, this textbook's words I had all learned by the time I was five. I do not need bold definitions of "friend," "friendship," or "love." I am already well aware of what those things mean. Well, all except love, really, I suppose. And that one can't be explained to me by a book.
10 AM (Monday, Wednesday)
I sit, equally motionless, listening to the coolest Norwegian professor I have ever had in my life. Unfortunately, he is lecturing about Earth Science, which occupies a spot right alongside the mating ritual of the platypus on the list of things I really don't care to know about. There are a couple of saving graces here, though, a couple being new friends, but the real one being the girl sitting four rows up with the low cut shirt that lets me see her lower back tattoo. My God. That is the reason God gave humans sight.
11 AM (Monday, Wednesday)
I sit, slightly less motionless, listening to my first actual interesting class of the day, Criminal Justice 102-Gangs and the Media. It's a fantastic course, highly educational, and dare I say eye opening. However, I cannot bring myself to like the professor. He snaps on anyone who disagrees with him, and has an irrational fear of the police. I will grant him that some officers do scapegoat, and that some are corrupt, but they're not all hiding in the trees waiting for more than 2 colored youths to gather on a corner so they can bust them. It was an easy A, though. Sometimes its easier just to play the game...
1 PM (Monday, Wednesday)
I am now completely conscious and fully able to interact with my surroundings, which may contribute to the fact that this is the only class that I truly enjoy-Philosophy of Physics. The professor is fantastic and the material is captivating. Time travel, the block universe, supertasks...all some of the most fascinating things I have had the privilege to hear about. Sometimes I agree and sometimes I don't, but this is a professor who invites all questions and intelligently addresses them. This is the only reason my days ended on a good note.
Tune in next time for a full recap of my Tuesdays and Thursdays. And be on the lookout for my Friday, a day so full of enjoyment (sarcasm button) that it deserves an article of its own.
Until next time.
This has been Philomedy.