Yesterday I did something I haven't done in a very, very long time - I attended a lecture.
I've taken several courses in the past few years, but I haven't actually gone in person to listen to teachers lecture for a while. Technically it's not required with the program I'm in, but it's supposed to be helpful.
So since I'm all about "helpful" I decided to go check it out. 5:45 saw me heading out the door for class. The rest of the evening went roughly as follows:
5:50 p.m.: Yay!! The bus! Wait, was I supposed to take this one? Crap! Viggy just told me this!
5:51 p.m.: Oh no wait, there's the right bus. Yay!!
6:00 p.m.: I probably should have asked Viggy where I get off the bus, too.
6:20 p.m.: I'm only 20 minutes late. That's not so bad.
6:22 p.m.: Wow, so many classrooms. I probably should have figured this part out in advance, too.
6:25 p.m.: My stomach always feels all twitchy in these situations. Maybe I'm actually allergic to school?
6:30 p.m.: Only half an hour late. That's not so bad. I'll just sneak in quietly between these chairs. Good thing there was an open seat in back.
6:40 p.m.: It's a good thing I came! I didn't get to any of this in the reading yet. He's explaining it well, too.
6:42 p.m.: No pen??? Auugggghhh. And the emergency backup pen Viggy snuck into my bag doesn't work, either. This is all his fault.
6:45 p.m.: The teacher just said that problem he just reviewed was like the first problem in the homework set. But he's explaining the connection between continuity and derivatives, and the homework is about limits.
....
*light goes on over Alirsnan's head*
Whoops.
6:47 p.m.: Wait, am I in the wrong classroom, or have I been learning the wrong material and doing the wrong homework? It could so easily be either.
6:55 p.m.: Wrong classroom.
7:30 p.m. (break time): Who the heck names one course Calculus I and the other one Calculus A? Anyone could get confused by that. Anyone at all.
7:45 p.m.: This class is a lot smaller. It might be kind of hard to pretend I've been here the whole time.
7:47 p.m.: Make that "impossible."
7:50 p.m.: My real teacher is scary.
9:05 p.m.: If I run, I can still catch the bus. I see at the stop right now.
9:06 p.m.: Trying to run hurts. That doesn't seem fair somehow.
9:30 p.m.: If only I'd caught the stupid bus, I'd already be at home doing productive stuff like cleaning and finishing the homework. Instead I'm just standing here doing nothing.
10:10 p.m.: *ignores messy house and incomplete homework in favor of watching old episodes of House*
I've taken several courses in the past few years, but I haven't actually gone in person to listen to teachers lecture for a while. Technically it's not required with the program I'm in, but it's supposed to be helpful.
So since I'm all about "helpful" I decided to go check it out. 5:45 saw me heading out the door for class. The rest of the evening went roughly as follows:
5:50 p.m.: Yay!! The bus! Wait, was I supposed to take this one? Crap! Viggy just told me this!
5:51 p.m.: Oh no wait, there's the right bus. Yay!!
6:00 p.m.: I probably should have asked Viggy where I get off the bus, too.
6:20 p.m.: I'm only 20 minutes late. That's not so bad.
6:22 p.m.: Wow, so many classrooms. I probably should have figured this part out in advance, too.
6:25 p.m.: My stomach always feels all twitchy in these situations. Maybe I'm actually allergic to school?
6:30 p.m.: Only half an hour late. That's not so bad. I'll just sneak in quietly between these chairs. Good thing there was an open seat in back.
6:40 p.m.: It's a good thing I came! I didn't get to any of this in the reading yet. He's explaining it well, too.
6:42 p.m.: No pen??? Auugggghhh. And the emergency backup pen Viggy snuck into my bag doesn't work, either. This is all his fault.
6:45 p.m.: The teacher just said that problem he just reviewed was like the first problem in the homework set. But he's explaining the connection between continuity and derivatives, and the homework is about limits.
....
*light goes on over Alirsnan's head*
Whoops.
6:47 p.m.: Wait, am I in the wrong classroom, or have I been learning the wrong material and doing the wrong homework? It could so easily be either.
6:55 p.m.: Wrong classroom.
7:30 p.m. (break time): Who the heck names one course Calculus I and the other one Calculus A? Anyone could get confused by that. Anyone at all.
7:45 p.m.: This class is a lot smaller. It might be kind of hard to pretend I've been here the whole time.
7:47 p.m.: Make that "impossible."
7:50 p.m.: My real teacher is scary.
9:05 p.m.: If I run, I can still catch the bus. I see at the stop right now.
9:06 p.m.: Trying to run hurts. That doesn't seem fair somehow.
9:30 p.m.: If only I'd caught the stupid bus, I'd already be at home doing productive stuff like cleaning and finishing the homework. Instead I'm just standing here doing nothing.
10:10 p.m.: *ignores messy house and incomplete homework in favor of watching old episodes of House*
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