MiShiE

THE SEMESTER IS ALREADY ENDING. This is the part where I rant about it being semi depressing and it leading closer to me graduating, getting a job, and getting old. Oh the joy. BUT! I’ll not talk about that.

Anyway! Throughout the semester I’ve been constantly grateful at what great lecturers I got this round. I actually enrolled for my classes pretty late since I changed majors (and I got around to that pretty late too). Hurr. But yeah. When I was picking out my timetable and selecting what time to go for which class, I somehow ended up getting all the good lecturers. The hours were for the morning classes for some of ‘em. Initially I vouched for the morning classes since it was summer, and I was going to be drenched in sweat if I walked to school any time after 9am. So yeah. BLESSINGS IN DISGUISE I TELL YOU.

My friends tell me horror stories of their teachers. Classes that are supposed to run for 3 hours end after 15 minutes w/ little constructive feedback. (Since everybody complained, that teacher got deregistered or something along those lines) (STUDENT POWER BABY) And she gave everybody the same mark. Like. Cue bitching and ranting from HD students. Heh. And there's this other teacher w/ a British accent. From what I hear, he's pretty condescending/asks rhetorical questions (to his students) which he expects them to answer. Hnn.

I think I'll be chanting mantras over my time table for next semester hoping I get as lucky. @_@. Or blessed. Whatever you wanna call it.