Well, not really.
Classes started in earnest today. I have once again had to rearrange my work schedule in order to accomodate a required class (hopefully, my last one). I have Finite Math on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays during lunch. I went today.
I wish I could have gouged my eyes out for some type of entertainment. I know the people around me would have appreciated the diversion.
It was the most boring thing I've ever had to sit through. I've had lecture classes, but this is easily the biggest one I've been in. And the professor's first language is not English. It's not even his second language. French and Italian have those honors.
So here I am trying to figure out what the fuck he just said in his monotonously microphoned droning voice from hell. But it really doesn't matter what he said because we all bought his actual lecture notes at the bookstore. We wouldn't even have to show up except he assigns homework and quizzes that we wouldn't get if we didn't come to class. The rat bastard has tricked us all into staying.
He assigned us problems today. I can't wait to see what Friday looks like. I would probably have had more fun in Calculus or Trig. Or scraping my nails across my face.
Oh oh... and the parking. There is none. At least, for several blocks around. I'm going to have to strap a bike to my car in order to make it on time.
My next class is Developmental Psych on Mondays & Wednesdays after work. I've decided that I shouldn't have picked a class on the same days as Finite Math. But we'll see how that goes tonight.
I'm also braving the online class adventure this semester, against the advice of my friend who has previously had this professor. Truth is, if I could have found a better class, I would have.
Maybe in December, it will be all worth it.