Thursday, February 03, 2005

Just like banging my head against a wall...

I know that many of you will be able to sympathize with me when you read the following. There's a guy in my calculus class who, for whatever reason, likes to treat it like his own personal tutoring session with the instructor. Calculus (any math, really) is not difficult for me. In fact, it comes rather easily and I suspect that's the case for most people. This guy just doesn't get it. I understand that it can be tough to grasp if you're not analytically minded but he really needs to get a REAL tutor or go to a math lab. End of story. I got extremely tired of spending ANOTHER 25 minutes discussing limits (the easiest part of calculus!) after we spent an hour on it last week. Dude. That's just ridiculous. It's especially fun when he is so out of touch that he asks questions that have no bearing on the subject matter and have nothing to do with what we're doing or what we will do.

In either case, there's always someone in one of my classes who drives me insane for the entire semester so I guess this guy is the lucky winner. I'd offer to help him out but I don't want to seem like a know-it-all. Besides, one of the other students has already offered a few times and he won't take her up on it, so I suspect I'll get the same response.

I'm tired, cranky, and fed up with the absurd amount of school work I have. I think I'm going to go eat some chocolate now. Perhaps a box of wine will help take the edge off, too.

I've also decided to frog a poncho I've been working on since before the holidays. Yep. It's getting ripped apart and I'll start from scratch. It'll be worth it though: I think it'll come out better than it has so far.

In the good news department: Hub comes home tomorrow and he doesn't have to go back on Monday like he originally thought. YAY! I'm in a mad scramble to get all of my assignments done so I don't have to work on them this weekend. I guess I should stop blogging and start working, huh?

Ms. V


jonboy said...

there was a girl in my microbio program just like that. always asking questions that were so obvious it made me want to puke (that is when i was actually awake/in attendance). i thought this girl was the most stupidest person in the program and oftentimes wondered how she slipped through the admission criteria for microbio.
imagine my surprise when after convocation her picture is pasted on the program website with a message congratulating her for winning the awards for highest Honours student and highest GPA in the faculty of science.
the lesson: festering in class accomplishes nothing for nobody. a textbook to the back of the head brings instant satisfaction for you and a lifetime of severe mental lapses for the jackass.

Perplexio said...

There was a girl in my Philosophy 101 class that was like that in reverse... She knew her shit, so she used the class for her philosophical discussions with the prof.

Normally this would not have been a huge issue, except when she got going no one else could get a word in edgewise or bring up other points for the discussion.

It was rather frustrating.

Erin said...

Morons. Don't you just hate 'em?