spoken for

Yesterday I was looking for some photos in my archive when I came across photos from my college graduation. I hadn’t posted anything old lately, so I gave it a go.

These are from May 12, 2001, and they’re all oooold scans, so the quality really stinks. I should find the originals and re-scan them but I think that would take me down a road I don’t want to go down. I have literally boxes and books of photos, lots of photos, that could stand to be re-scanned. And that would just take forever.

And that brings me to the final picture, me and my friend C.

Sometimes she lurks out there, so “hi” :) But I’m totally excited because I get to see her this weekend. We’re going to take a little trip “home” amongst other things, and I’m going to drag her along. Morgan and Sarah and Elijah and my niece, too. We’ve got some plans…

Anyway, again, I’m losing track of what I’m doing and this post has been sitting untouched for half an hour now. So I got to thinking about my first batch of college years. Originally I never would have dreamed I’d go where I did. My first choice was a place in Kansas City and secondary Chicago. But things change. And ‘course, had I not gone where I did, things wouldn’t be like they are today, so it all worked out.

Also lurking out there somewhere is another friend, K. I haven’t talked to you in a long time! Send me an email or something. :)

C and K were friends before I met them but the three of us had several classes together. I’ve been thinking about one in particular. What a joke this class was. It was our Sociology requirement: Marriage & Family. I really don’t know what possessed us to not only take this class but not check out the teacher before getting in there. This woman was… nuts. Tell me why someone who’d been married four times, three of which ended in divorce, should be teaching Marriage & Family? She’d had as many careers as marriages and I think they started to affect her brain. Conflict with each other or something.

This one time, we had a project that was due about 3 weeks after she’d assigned it. Two weeks later, she announces that we should turn it in. Of course, only about 2% of the class had it finished, and everyone started telling her that it was not due yet. We all had written down the dates of our stuff, etc. Well, she got really mad. She was near the point of yelling and was accusing us of lying to her. Because, yeah, the whole class got together and discussed how when she asks for our project that we should insist it was due a week later. Finally, she told us it was due the following class period. Those that didn’t have it done still lost a few days on that deadline.

Then there were our final papers. I remember C and K comparing theirs. They compared the margin space, which were identical. Yet K (I think it was) had had 15 points taken off for her margins being too large. Both were within requirements.

Stupid stuff like that, not to mention that half the time she didn’t discuss things that we were supposed to be learning in class. This woman was psycho. My brother, who had her a few years later, has similar stories.

Then there was this Personal Health class I had to take. For the general part of your education, like sociology, you had to have a health credit or so. Because my original plans weren’t to go there, I registered late the first semester and First Aid/CPR was full and I ended up in Personal Health. This class was an absolute joke, just a write-off for the baseball players as the coach was the teacher. This was an every Monday, every Wednesday, and every other Friday class. It was my only class on Fridays. That first week, that Friday, he was going to show us a video but couldn’t figure out the VCR so we were out after 20 minutes. After that, I skipped every Friday class.

The first test? I swear, we had the same question three times, just phrased differently. And when the test results were out? Instead of handing the tests back or something, he had us come to his desk one at a time and just show us our grade. I always had perfect scores, so I never complained, but isn’t there something fishy about that?

Even more fishy is that attendance was like 20% of the grade yet with all my skips I still had a perfect grade at the end of the semester.

Thankfully, the rest of my classes were normal. Otherwise I would have died of boredom.

Heh, this professor grading thing on MySpace is very fun :)