Thoughts on the first (and second, sort of) day of class.

[kyrasantae]

Repost from an email to some of my fellow students.

My experiences so far?

I don't think my sociology prof is computer-literate. He thinks you have to double-click on links to make them work, and I don't think he knows that the things you make in Excel with all of the students' marks on them are called 'tables,' I can't remember what he called them, though.

I walked into the wrong lecture theatre yesterday for physics class, so I sat there wondering why all of these students were going down to the front and buying large printed packages of paper. Turns out it was some second year class, and by the time I realized that and found the right room, my prof was already out of copies of the course outline. Then I almost fell asleep, it was so boring.

I took the math workshops the weekend before orientation, but I already don't know how to do this week's math homework.

This morning I had my chem class, but I didn't wake up until 7:45, and the class was at 8, so I didn't get to eat anything or even brush my teeth before I had to start running to class. Made it there on time though :-)

Last night (around 8:30 or 9:00 or so) there were two girls who were going up and down HUB mall yelling out the Geer cheers - both of them - really really loudly and obnoxiously and sometimes screechingly. (They must have been drunk. —ed.) It was really bugging me (and everyone else too), and they were asking everyone down there if they were engineers so they could ask him/her to join in. So after a while I got so sick of their yelling (I could even hear it in my bedroom with the door shut) I went down to them, and they stopped me and asked if I was an engineer, and I said, "yes." They opened their mouths to speak but I think I got the upper hand there, because I said, somewhat breathlessly (since I was running so fast down the stairs from my apartment), "and I've got a message for ya: Hey hey we're the Geers, don't you dare misuse our cheers!" [which is a slight modification of the cheer we use when other faculties steal each other's cheers] One of them said, "what?!" and I was afraid they were going to grab me so I ran as fast as I could all the way back upstairs. You should have seen the puzzled looks on their faces. Priceless! (But they didn't stop their shouting, they just went to the other end of the mall.)