Well, it’s the end of the first of the summer semester here at my local community college, yes, the one that I love to toss around like a beach ball. With this situation as thus, I think you, the beloved reader who has yet to stop reading these excessively passionate entries. With that being said, on with my initial impressions.
My Calc 2 class is interesting. My professor teaches the subject in a very unorthodox way (that’s unorthodox to the rest of the school, I happen to actually like the way he teaches, even if I did get a bad score on my first exam, go figure). He spends most of his time proving the obvious, but don’t let him hear that I said that. He thinks that students need to know the proofs of why they believe what they believe, even though a lot of it is staring us right in the face. Yet, out of all of this, I now know why the number e, exists. And how to define any number a, such that it’s raised to the x power (a^x), we just need to put it in terms of e, e^(xlna), or, to simplify things, when differentiating, d/dx(a^x)=a^(x)ln(a).
I would like to state one last thing about this class before I go on. Can you say slow? I am a bit behind the syllabus on my homework, doing the homework that is required for the beginning of the week, where as he is still two weeks backlogged on his lectures. (This is possible because this is the one lass which started 3 weeks ago).
And now, on to happier, matters, Intermediate Writing. It’s an interesting class, I like the name of the text though, “The Questioning Reader.” That, along with the whole first chapter is about asking deep, analiticalquestions, makes me happy, especially to know that there is other people in the world, outside of being lawyers anyway, who ask such harsh questions. The professor reminds me something of myself. He talks, and he talks, and he talks, most of what he shouts out is the names of schoolss, and people, but he does seam to know quite a bit, and he’s fun to listen to, not to mention it seams like this has the potential to be a nice fusion of ToK, and English, so this should be fun. Infact, I probably should be writing the opening paragraphs to my first essay, instead of this post, but I want to do this at the moment, so you get to read this. The first topic for my first essay is very interesting though, I had for choices, but because I asked several people which one to choose, and they all said I should write about my love life, I am going to do that one. This is incredibly ironic, seeing as I have no love life, I may even have a negative number for a love life.
Finally, for Microeconomics, wow, I only have this class one day a week, but it sure is a long one. It starts at 8 in the morning, and ends at 1 in the afternoon. I don’t know if I like this way of class yet. Sure, I like the idea of spending a lot of time in one block, to get a course out of the way, but if I were to do that, I would rather spend a week, each day like that, and get the course done like that, rather than spreading it out throughout the whole semester, but it should be fine, I hope. I do have to say that I am slightly disappointed though, I was hoping that there would be some calculus in this class, but nope, at most, it’s basic algebra, and usually not even that. “Can you tell me what this is?”, “It’s a demand curve.”, “Good”. Yet again, I like the professor, he reminds me of my ninth grade biology teacher. He also had a good quote, which I think came from somewhere else, but I’m far too lazy to spend the minute it would take to google it, even though I’ve probably spent the time I could have, just typing up this sentence. Anyway, he said, “Teach a parrot to say, Supply and Demand, and you have an economist.” Very nice.
There was one student in that class who is very interesting. He was reading an article about the resent PRIDE event, when asked what he thought about it, he said, “If Gay people want to be miserably married like the rest of us, I say let them.” I later found out that he has gotten married, and divorced twice, and his still happy about both of them (including the marriage part), interesting, I wouldn’t know how normal that is. However, on the other hand, he kept saying that I secretly liked to view pornography. The only way I was able to get him to stop, was too tell him that my idea of an orgasm, was to read about the latest new piece of technology from Sun, or to finally learn how to integrate by parts (by integrate, I mean the mathematical term for anti-derivative, not interesting form of assimilation, although, I think the two are somehow related).
Well, I believe that’s all I’m willing to write for now. So, until next time, farewell, and have a nice summer, unless you live on the other side of the globe, at which point, have a nice winter, and good luck not getting a copy of Influenza A.
