And So It Starts Again
I just finished up my first week of the new semester. Three brand new grad classes. I’m not especially thrilled about the amount of work the next 8 weeks are already promising. I can only hope that the 8 weeks after that will entail much less.
This semester looks like it’s going to shape up to being Hell on earth. Someone in one of my classes actually asked if the class textbook was a scholarly source. Seriously? No, seriously? If you have to ask that question, what are you doing in graduate school? The lecture on using a variety of sources and the textbook and blahblahblah that ensued from this question was a major waste of time. And I know that person was here last semester, so really there’s no excuse.
Also, I think my Teaching P.E. professor was my P.E. teacher when I was in, like, 3rd grade or so. Awkward much?
Tags: grad school, life
