My Anatomy and Physiology class is pissing me off beyond belief. Who knew A&P 2 could possibly be worse than A&P 1? I swear the quality of teacher they get at community college for biology classes must be shit, because this teacher is way worse than even Dr. P from last semester and he is such a special special man that words cannot come close to explaining.
My teacher doesn’t really teach anything. He doesn’t have slides. He kind of rambles a bit about the chapter in no clear order and barely touches on any of the information. He couldn’t remember the difference between rods and cones (in the eye) and he can’t even pronounce most of the terms. He announced this Saturday that we would have a test next week, even though we haven’t had class in 3 week, which was partially due to snow closures, but also partially due to him canceling class because he couldn’t shovel his damn car out like a normal person. (Not to mention if he had to cancel he could have gotten someone else to cover his class so that we would at least have gotten the information from somebody). This test will be on two chapters (Not terrible) but he only had time to teach one of the chapters. So we’re going to be tested on information we haven’t been taught. This shit is insane.
The pseudoscience that he keeps yammering about is also driving me insane. Chiropractors should NOT be teaching science class. They’re not real doctors and their whole method of treatment is based on bad science. He told one woman in my class that she should take her 5 year old to a chiropractor to treat his ear infections. No! Why on earth would a neck rub do anything for someones ears? That doesn’t make sense! He told another girl in the class that she should order these vitamin supplements that cost 100 dollars a bottle for her aunt to cure her cancer. What this girls aunt should actually do is ignore quack cancer treatments and follow whatever plan her oncologist has laid out for her.
And a lot of the students are annoying me too. They complain ALL the TIME. Two of the people in my class got in a shouting match during the lecture about whether walking was better than running. How about you guys shut the hell up instead of having bullshit arguments during class so I can glean as much information from this crappy teacher as possible? During snowmageddon we had class canceled during an exam, so he had us do 6 essays instead and apparently a large amount of people just copied straight from the book, word for word. And they didn’t seem to understand why that was wrong! A few of them said that it was different with science cause the book explains things perfectly already, and besides which science isn’t like English where you can embellish things so it’s not plagiarism. I guess none of them have ever read anything in a scientific journal because that is just a crock of bullshit. It also doesn’t make sense. Mind you, he hasn’t finished grading all the essays, so I have no idea whether or not he thinks my essays were good. He better damn not accuse me of plagiarism. I made sure to write things in my own words, cited the crap out of the essays anyways, AND ran everything through a plagiarism checker to make sure I didn’t accidentally copy things too closely. I’m going to be very put out if he thinks I copied things.
He apparently also wanted us to drop off a hard copy of the essays, rather than just emailing them to him. You know. During the blizzard. When the campus was closed. I’m dropping off a copy after work today. Which will take away vital study time. Ass.
I really regret not taking this class online. If I have to teach myself everything at least I shouldn’t have to waste time going to class.
Edit: Oh I forgot this gem. Apparently Lance Armstrong got cancer because he doesn’t eat healthy enough. How does my teacher know this? because Mr. Armstrong clearly is getting enough exercise, so it must be the food. Because apparently everyone who gets cancer obviously did something to deserve it, right?
I have to do a Johari Window assignment for my communications class, which requires that I write about the things that I know about myself, the way that others view me, the things about myself that are hidden from others and blah blah stuff. So Obviously the stuff I know about myself shouldn’t be too hard, but I require assistance with step 2 which is this:
Step 2. Speak with your family, friends, coworkers and other people in your life who can provide you with some feedback into how they see you. How do they describe you? What kind of person do they see you as being? Record these results.
If anyone is willing to tell me about how they view me, that would be awesome. You can either post it in comments or email me at email@example.com or even just IM me if you want. Any help would be totally appreciated as I really need to get this assignment done so I can move on to other annoying bits of graded self discovery and complete this sometimes annoying bit of a class I need to graduate.
Christ this has been a shitty week. We did finally get our power back on this past Tuesday morning, just in time for the next batch of snow. There was a second brief power outage Tuesday evening, which made me cry at work when I herd about it, which makes me feel a bit like an idiot, after all the people in Haiti right now are dealing with much worse than 5 day power outages, but what can you do? I think if the power had stayed off I wouldn’t have reacted that way, but the whole getting my hopes up because we had power, and then being disappointed by the power going out again/wondering if it would take another 5 days to fix made me a bit more emotional than I should have been. Luckily, it was only a brief outage, and we had power again by the time I got home. (Plus a bottle of bourbon and a bottle of vodka courtesy of the liquor store by my job)
Anyone who knows anything about me knows that I love snow. It’s pretty and it gets school canceled and it makes me feel like a kid. But after this weekend I think I am officially done. And we’re about to get another foot any minute now. It was nice that school got canceled on the day of my exam, but I’d much rather have gone to class than deal with having no power in our house from friday night until this morning. I had to stay at a hotel for a night to get a start on the 6 essays I have to write to replace the exam that got canceled, we lost all the fish and coral in our tank, and dammit! It was cold!
There were some bright spots, don’t get me wrong. Kat and Will were incredibly awesome, and provided us with crash space two nights in a row, and one of those nights was the superbowl so I got to watch the Colts lose, which made me very happy. Take that stupid Colts. That’s what you get for leaving Baltimore in the middle of the night! Jerks. And Dave and I really bonded over the experience, which is nice. It’s always good when your relationship gets some proof that as a team you can deal with the annoying times.
They fixed our power this morning, so hopefully snOMG 3.0 will be more tolerable, but I’m nervous about losing it again because they’re calling for high winds which could knock down more damn trees. Grrr.
Well I got the snow I was wishing for but not in time to get class canceled, so no sleeping in for me this morning. Alas. I woke up to discover that the dog we’re watching, who is quite the little bed hogging snuggle monkey, had burrowed so deeply under the covers that she had wrapped herself like a little puppy burrito (head and all). I woke Dave up moving all the covers around searching for the puppies head because I was worried she’d suffocate.
Speaking of dogs, it’s been nice dog sitting Kona because whenever she’s here my dog always gets a little bit jealous and becomes much more snugly. I have absolutely no complaints about this.
I’ve been trying to figure out if my teacher is a chiropractor or a Doctor for the last three weeks, and unfortunately I think he is probably a chiropractor. I’m not sure if this is more or less disappointing than having a teacher for A&P 1 that actually did go to med school (but can’t get a residency) who recommends homeopathy and cranial sacral massage. At least my current teacher doesn’t seem to be insane like my last one, and he has yet to make any random strangely racist comments. Also he looks like John Cho so he definitely has that going for him. Not that this makes anything better but it does make the view a little nicer. 🙂
I think I’m over my weird “kicking things” mood where I kept wanting to kick everything like some kind of kung-fu superstar. Especially tables that have been stacked with glasses so that when I kick the table the glasses fall off and make loud klinking noises. Oh and I also wanted to order a lot of cheap plates and bowls and such from Ebay so I could stand on things and throw them down and smash them like I was in a Greek wedding. I’m not sure where this mood came from but it lasted for 2 weeks and it was not due to anger of any kind. It just seemed like it would be fun to kick things. I really need to start those kick boxing lessons soon…
I already feel like I am falling behind in school and I haven’t even started my third class yet. I’m not sure why I thought it would be a good idea to take 3 classes while working full time but I suspect it has something to do with wanting it all to be done. (Well the pre-nursing stuff anyways. I am very very ready to be at a point where I can start a nursing program and perhaps be a full time student for a while)
This week I’ve been more social than I probably should have been, but it’s been nice seeing people. I plan to become a hermit again after this weekend though. And somehow, between a birthday party tonight, class tomorrow, and a hair appointment on Sunday (Oh sweet sweet haircut time. I need a haircut so badly) I need to study 3 chapters about the nervous system, one chapter about interpersonal communication, do my discussion board postings for the week, and take a quiz. Sleep isn’t something people need though, right? Ack. Kill me now. On the bright side though, I did cover at least the basics of the nervous system in some of my psychology classes so it’s not a total mystery to me. *knocks on wood*