1. 03 September 2004

    First Impressions of School

    This year at school looks o be shaping up nicely, in a terribly boring, high school sort of way.

    So far I can’t say that I’m completely unhappy with school this year. I’m only taking three classes, soon to be supplemented with an online government course from the U of M Morris.

    Two of the vrai classes I’m taking get me both college and high school credits, plus the online one, so first semester of my senior year I’m set to earn 7 credits – so I don’t think I should need very many next semester to have my diploma.

    None of my classes are stellar – in second hour I sit around listening to one of the most obnoxious teachers I’ve ever had at South scratch her ass and speak French, but there’s also something about her that just keeps you from hating her guts and lets you put up with her.

    My second class has a prof who I think will end up being another of the most obnoxious speaking in a childish sort of nasal overtone and constantly drawing out her long vowels and pronouncing her t’s as d, but for as many kids I’ve heard throw her name around like a rotten apple I’ve heard just as many say that she was great. But I’ve cringed at least once a day in her class, she just doesn’t really speak english at all, she’s a guttural slaughterhouse.

    Then Ms. Wolfe, the professor of my photography course, has a death wish out for the senior teacher who got shuffled to South and teaches photo the first two hours of the day (having taken two of Wolfe’s classes from her). She locks the darkroom in the mornings so this “terrible woman” can’t use it, yaps at her students not to leave any sort of evidence of her photography curriculum that the other woman might pick up and use, and parading her investment in the photo program that she built over the past years in various ways. Always a character, I’m sure that Wolfe had her fair share of hippy drug culture when she was young, and is one of the most honest and brutish teachers I’ve ever had. But in a good way.

    So after three days, nine hours in total, although I will probably do as much work as I would have taking six nice and easy classes, I’ll be doing more challenging work (good) without such a strict schedule (once soccer gets done I get off school just after lunch and also got a bus pass from the U that lets me go anywhere on the busses and now lightrail line (boy, my school is right next to Hiawatha, too).

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    1. heh. I went to South. (assuming you are talking about the one in Minneapolis and it seems like you are)I wonder if it’s gotten any better since I’ve been “out”. I doubt it, but I guess you never know.
      — zara    Sep 3, 09:45 PM    #
    2. I would also doubt it, as a current student it always seems like it’s been better in the past. When I was a kid in middle school all my friends talked about how great south was, I believed them, went, and I’ll tell you – it’s been good, but not anywhere near a great school.
      — Kjell    Sep 6, 02:19 PM    #

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