First days
Back for another semester of college in the big city haha. Going into this second semester I guess I foolishly thought that I’d have a better handle on things being a semester in, a semester smarter, a semester more experienced with the many nuisances of going to a school at SF State. In some ways I guess I was right, but in other ways…I’m just as much of a newbie as as ever.
This semester I was smart enough to not sign up for an 8am class, which, after spending a month sleeping late and waking up later, would have been one incredibly hard morning. No, first class of the day was an hour later, 9am, which as a downside meant finding parking near campus would be very hard indeed. Ah the trade offs you make in order to get another hour of sleep…
The agenda for the day was 9am Fables and Tales, then 10am Philosophy of Religion. I was supposed to have another class at 11, but the teacher canceled due to Chinese New Year. Yay for Asian teachers right?
But yeah, my first class seemed cool enough, a class where we study fables and fairy tales? That seems pretty interesting to me, and the instructor seems nice enough, although since I plan on using a laptop for notes, he wants me and everyone like me to sit in the front row and email him my daily notes, ya know, just to keep me on task. Fair enough, guess I’ll be seeing a lot of this guy.
My second class of the day though…that one has got to be my intimidating class of the semester. Philosophy of Religion sounded like fun, but I guess I forgot what a philosophy class was like. Right off the bat, the teacher, while having a very nice demeanor, began talking in terms that…well…let’s just say I felt like I needed a dictionary and a philosophy text book to keep up with him. The class wasn’t helping either. Once again, I felt like the little kid of the class, while the rest of them all seemed like the most intimidating group of students. Did I mention the fact that I’m in the minority of people who believe in God? Not being catholic, but just believing in God. I don’t know about this class to be honest, I mean I’m not afraid of the challenge, but I’m just afraid that with all the other classes I’m taking, I’m just afraid I won’t be able to keep up.
All in all, my first day was pretty much what I expected. Classes look interesting, but now that I’m getting into the nitty gritty of being an English major, I’m going to be doing tons of writing this semester, and even more thinking.