Ow... my wrist...
Oct. 21st, 2004 06:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
framlingemI have, for the first time in my life, Dropped A Class. In doing so, I also dropped two hundred and fifty dollars, but I didn't really have a choice. If I was going to do it, it had to be now, before the 'drop without academic prejudice' deadline was gone. The amount of work I was going to need to do to scrape a pass (the professor in question does not think the way I do, and worse, can argue it so that even I realise I screwed up and didn't answer the question... even when I'm sure I did. He's like a jolly version of Snape) is such that all my other classes would suffer a big drop, and I'm not willing to let that happen. So... adios, one of my correspondence courses. Now I only have one midterm on Saturday.
Speaking of midterms, I had my Geography 2001 exam today. Dear me. It wasn't that it was difficult - I know my stuff inside out. I can babble at you about the effects of globalisation and placelessness and core/periphery relationships and folk vs pop vs elite vs alternative culture for hours. I can quote extensively from the books "No-brow" and "Fast-Food Nation", and can analyse "Supersize Me" and "This is What Democracy Looks Like" to death.
But I didn't have time. Fifty minutes. Not one person in my class (and this is an above-average class, generally speaking) finished. We spent the whole class writing with no pause for thought. If he'd put one mre essay question on there, it would have made an excellent three-hour final. My essay was shallow and bland, more of a point-form-notes-put-into-full-sentences sort of thing than anything coherent. I was halfway through the conclusion when I heard the dreaded 'pens down, or suffer paper cuts when I rip the exams out of your fingers'.
My wrist is killing me.
I've never, ever, ever, had troubles finishing anything before. Not once. It's been pretty tight, sometimes, but this was... jeez. I'm stunned.
Speaking of midterms, I had my Geography 2001 exam today. Dear me. It wasn't that it was difficult - I know my stuff inside out. I can babble at you about the effects of globalisation and placelessness and core/periphery relationships and folk vs pop vs elite vs alternative culture for hours. I can quote extensively from the books "No-brow" and "Fast-Food Nation", and can analyse "Supersize Me" and "This is What Democracy Looks Like" to death.
But I didn't have time. Fifty minutes. Not one person in my class (and this is an above-average class, generally speaking) finished. We spent the whole class writing with no pause for thought. If he'd put one mre essay question on there, it would have made an excellent three-hour final. My essay was shallow and bland, more of a point-form-notes-put-into-full-sentences sort of thing than anything coherent. I was halfway through the conclusion when I heard the dreaded 'pens down, or suffer paper cuts when I rip the exams out of your fingers'.
My wrist is killing me.
I've never, ever, ever, had troubles finishing anything before. Not once. It's been pretty tight, sometimes, but this was... jeez. I'm stunned.
