I am in class for all but 2 seconds when my high from field experience wears off. I hate my classes. I used to like school. What is wrong? These should be my favorite classes. Why do I feel like they’re a giant waste of time? I could take them online & be just fine. Perhaps I don’t like wasting 3 hours of my day commuting. I lose so much time 😦
Plus I will sound like a broken record, but enough theory. I’m done with theory. It’s pointless in most environments. Just let me work.
My day starts with the only class I can tolerate, but at this point I have no memory of my field experience. It has been wiped clean by the torment of yesterday. I try to recall it, but I am numb.
Misery. Pure misery. I have reached the end of my tolerance. I have realized I am too old to laugh at the humor this professor displays. I don’t drink beer nor do I understand what he means about “getting tired of getting sick from bad beer.” I wouldn’t have gotten it when I was younger either. I have never drunk beer. I’m beginning to wonder if a 65+ year old man should try to identify with college students by discussing the act of drinking? Whatever.
I go to my second class. The professor wants a student to tell him when 5 minutes are left so he can pass back our papers we turned in on Monday. I hear nothing else but this and the heightened speed through which my blood now pulsates through my veins. I get a headache. A headache that I have early into the next morning – until I finally succumb to the pain & take Advil. I try not to. This semester has made me an addict.
My paper BTW, in case you were wondering. I didn’t get a perfect score (I know right!) but I got the highest score I could hope for and guess what…that’s enough for me! (insert another )
After class I spend my commute home calling people, trying to make arrangements for the evening. Brian kept emailing me. I can’t email while I am driving. I wish he could call me.
I head to class for a seminar. I feel lighter, either because it is Friday or I vented to Brian last night. I am, however, dreading the the dreaded class. I wish I didn’t let this one professor get me so worked up. I just flat out don’t like the way he teaches. I would never ever run my classroom the way he does nor would I converse with students in the same way. Except today something happened in class that made me turn a little soft toward him. He actually made me laugh. This may only have happened because it is Friday, and I feel lighter, and I am flat out excited for tonights football game. Aubrey was elected to Homecoming Court, four girls and four boys are elected from each grade. I am so proud of her. Seriously! In a school her size, What an honor?! So, no matter how bad my week has been or how many stress induced migraines I have to endure when I receive news like this I can smile 🙂