"Our motto: Sophomore Year Now!"
This semester, I've decided to completely embrace the madness, Colonel Kurtz-style, and take on classes that I am woefully frightened of. Intermediate Algebra and I will go head to head again. I made a promise to myself not to string up any natives over it this time, and I think my new professor will be a great mentor in ensuring that doesn't happen...yet! I fell in love with this one in about five minutes. A Burl Ives-ish/Santa Claus looking former chair of the department, with a major in Mathematics, and minor in English. Really uses both sides of his brain, and would probably be appalled by my slacker fragments in this post. I have the biggest granddad jones for this guy. I want him to take me fishing, teach me to drive a three on the tree, and shoot an M-4, like all my imaginary granddads never did.
Fundamentals of Chemistry is another class I've chosen to stand inside the batting cage, unhelmeted, and in the baseball pummeling line of fire. This professor is ridiculously cute in an Indian Keebler Elf sort of way. The sort of man you want to pick up toddler underarm style, and blow raspberries on his tummy, while he molecularly deconstructs Pecan Sandies. It got me wondering if they still make those mint Grasshoppers cookies too. (Told ya, embracing the madness!) I guess I was distracted with theses bizarre desires, and didn't pick up on my professor's vocabulary tic until midway through his reading of his eleven page syllabus. He REALLY stresses and overuses the word "and." He starts every sentence with a very strong AND, to where you could even hear an "H" in the proclamation; more of an "AH-ND." When I pick up on a vocab tic, my weird counting compulsion kicks in, and from 9:45-10:20, I counted 74 AH-NDS. I kid you not. He may blow apart Rob Zombie's use of 110 "yeah's" in that song, Astro-creep, or my step-sister's use of 128 "so's" on her first house tour. I don't know how the hell I'm going to focus in this class. The horror... the horror...
To somewhat find some balance, I'm cashing in a PE credit by taking a Yoga class after Chem. I like this so far, but am a little put off by it being taught in a windowed foyer. Not real keen on some of those positions, and the crowd of smokers that gather to watch us bend into those positions either. Also, I have an online enjoyment of music class to counterbalance the absurdity of it all. Although, at this point, I'd rather have someone send Martin Sheen on a fishing boat after me!
