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Well, crap.
Well, I guess there had to be a glitch somewhere. Everything was going so perfectly, it was a bit unnatural.
My Stats and Biology TAs are going to drive me to an early grave.
I had my first Biology lab last Thursday, and maybe it was just unbearable because it was the first session and everyone was feeling a little awkward, but that doesn't change the fact that I wanted to kill myself for the vast majority of the two-hour period. Ye gods. Also, the TA is Chinese and his accent is a bit thick. That's really the least of the problems - I can learn to decipher an accent, it's not such a big deal. However, I don't care if you're not actually a teacher, you should be able to get up in front of a classroom and present the material with some degree of finesse.
Stats is a little better - I didn't want to off myself, at any rate. Still, I couldn't stop thinking, "I'm trying to learn about statistics from a guy who can't pronounce the word 'contraceptives'." (It was an example, okay, don't ask.)
He's Chinese, too, actually, so in all fairness, the word is probably a mouthful. And I hate to say this, but...two Chinese guys are my math and science TAs. No, that doesn't scream STEREOTYPE in all capitals in the slightest, don't know what you're talking about.
I don't want to dislike them or their classes - they seem like nice enough people and I don't want to heap hate on them when they don't really deserve it, but man, it's going to be a long semester with those two if the first sessions were any indication.
Anyway, I was just taking a break from writing a paper - conclusions are always the hardest part for me; I can never seem to hit the right ending note no matter how eloquent I sound while making my points. So I should get back to that (and Philosophy, and Mythology, and Biology...bleh, homework.)
...Or not, it is now ten minutes later and I just got back to my room because of a lovely impromptu fire drill.
Right. Now I'm going.
My Stats and Biology TAs are going to drive me to an early grave.
I had my first Biology lab last Thursday, and maybe it was just unbearable because it was the first session and everyone was feeling a little awkward, but that doesn't change the fact that I wanted to kill myself for the vast majority of the two-hour period. Ye gods. Also, the TA is Chinese and his accent is a bit thick. That's really the least of the problems - I can learn to decipher an accent, it's not such a big deal. However, I don't care if you're not actually a teacher, you should be able to get up in front of a classroom and present the material with some degree of finesse.
Stats is a little better - I didn't want to off myself, at any rate. Still, I couldn't stop thinking, "I'm trying to learn about statistics from a guy who can't pronounce the word 'contraceptives'." (It was an example, okay, don't ask.)
He's Chinese, too, actually, so in all fairness, the word is probably a mouthful. And I hate to say this, but...two Chinese guys are my math and science TAs. No, that doesn't scream STEREOTYPE in all capitals in the slightest, don't know what you're talking about.
I don't want to dislike them or their classes - they seem like nice enough people and I don't want to heap hate on them when they don't really deserve it, but man, it's going to be a long semester with those two if the first sessions were any indication.
Anyway, I was just taking a break from writing a paper - conclusions are always the hardest part for me; I can never seem to hit the right ending note no matter how eloquent I sound while making my points. So I should get back to that (and Philosophy, and Mythology, and Biology...bleh, homework.)
...Or not, it is now ten minutes later and I just got back to my room because of a lovely impromptu fire drill.
Right. Now I'm going.
