Day 19/75 This is how its *not* supposed to be done

It's 6:08, I've been up all night, I'm burning incense, listening to Incubus, and I have to be at school in 2 hours.

Instead of sleeping I decided it was a good idea to write my resume for this place. That's where I plan on going after this one horse school. I want a BFA in sound design, and they have it. You may have noticed (if you took the time to click the link) that the school is in Savannah, which is a beautiful city, and is in Georgia. Yeah, the state with the peaches, and many episodes of cops. Its also the current residence of my ex, but we wont go into that right now. The one bad thing about Georgia, is that it's not New York. Well... that's not the bad thing, I'm glad it's not New York. It's probably why I like it down there so much. I love New York, but I'm so tired of it, I need a change of pace. Anyway the reason that it's bad is that my life is in New York. My friends are here, so is my family. If I could transplant everybody to Georgia for the 4 years (maybe) I'll have to be there, I would.

Anyway, I digress. From what? I don't know. It's late (early?) and I'm rambling.

Resume = done. Or at least what I think is done. For the moment. I should probably have a couple people look it over and point out all the mistakes. Yeah... that's a good idea.

Now for the rest of today: My first class is Math 321. Which isn't really math at all. There are no numbers. Zero. See that, I could have put this: "0" but instead I wrote out the word. Why? To fully illustrate the lack of numbers in this class. If I had a calculator, it would probably off itself because it doesn't have anything to do. Ever. I had a calculator a little while ago, it was like $200 and had all these cool apps, and it was even a phone. An iphone to be exact. Now its an ipaperweight.

TANGENTS! I go off on them. Back to the non-math class. Its called statistics, and its at 8 in the morning. Who takes a statistics class (with no numbers) at 8 in the morning? Me. On the upside, as I've said to anyone who follows my facebook, at least the teacher is a bit attractive. Having something nice to look at that early in the morning is nice. It takes away some of the sting of being awake before the sun comes up. However, as usual with all good things, there's a rather annoying downside. She's the kind of person? That has to end every sentence? With like? An upward inflection? On top of that she says "like" "stuff" "junk" and "you know?" more than any teacher I've ever had. Other than that, she's pretty nice.

I have a theory about this particular class. It seems that in the math department of this school, MAThreeTwentyOne is a hazing ritual of sorts. It seems (I took and dropped the class once before) that whoever teaches the class is either new, or inept. It seems like before you go off and teach whatever obscure math class you happen to specialize in, you have to teach this. Maybe its a general teaching thing, maybe not. Then again, I haven't really felt any math teacher I've had since junior high school has been anything special. Maybe its just me.

Now, in MAThreeTwentyOne where there are no numbers, there are Tests. Tests easy enough that I can show up 15 minutes late and finish 10 minutes early. The rest of the class doesn't seem to find it as easy as I do. Maybe because I paid attention in grade school, maybe not. Anyway, we reach the end of the allotted time for the class and the teacher announces that she underestimated the complexity of the test and that we'd have time in the next class period to finish up. I may be mistaken, but I believe the point of a test is to have the students answer questions with which they have no prior knowledge of, to the best of their ability. Congratulations Ms. MAThreeTwentyOne, you've just broken rule #1 of tests. Everyone who didn't study, now has seen the test and knows what to look up in preparation for today's "take 2." Brilliant!

I'm coming off a bit harsh, because she is really nice and I'm sure she's only doing it this way because she thought she made the test too long, or too hard. But I've been in the NY public school system long enough to see that her naivety is only going to hurt the class. Those destined to fail, will still fail though now they have a bit of false hope and instead of dropping the class, they will hang on and ultimately have a lower GPA as a result. Or, I could be completely wrong.

Enough about MAThreeTwentyOne and onto ET920, or the class that I cant explain to anyone outside of my major. The name of the course is Electronic Techniques. What the hell does that mean? I don't know. It would have been better if they just called the damn thing Circuitry, or at least Electrical Engineering. ET920 has *a lot* of math and numbers. Unfortunately, it's all the math that I took in junior high school. The funny thing is that when I took it in junior high school, they told us we had to learn it then because when we got to college we'd need to know it and they wouldn't teach us it then. We'll Mr. junior high math, I'd be careful at the post office, I've mailed you a kick in the face. I hope it gets there soon.

In ET920 we spent the first 2 weeks reviewing standard notation, and then the teacher disappeared. Last week our Tuesday class was canceled, and Thursday was a Monday (thank you CUNY.) This week, Tuesday was again canceled, and so is today's class. I think that he fell down the stairs and broke *everything*. I know that's mean but in my mind that's the only plausible answer.

And with that it's 6:52 and I should get my ass to the bus. To be continued...