Normally I don’t have time to blog, but today I keep watching movies in class (I don’t understand why). One of these movies, in my “Making of the Modern World” class, is about “Nanook of the North”. I took an early cinema class, and I know that this entire movie is staged (as well as I’ve already seen it). Thus, I’m not interested in watching it. Thus, I can blog on mi laptop!
Anyway, I’m doing much better this week than I was last semester. What I’m noticing is that having severe troubles mirrors the stages of grief: all the reactions are set in a certain sort of way. Maybe there’s some article out there on the stages of stress coping… probably, but I’ve never heard of it.
Anyway, what ultimately happened is that I let go of UCSD. I don’t care whether I pass or fail anymore. I’m going to try to pass, but I’m not going to feel bad if I don’t. I feel that I have succeeded in getting admitted into the system; getting my butt down here by myself; moving said butt into a rich district; finding a sustainable, even prosperous, job; getting into college despite not having any financial aid (and then later getting the financial aid); and managing it all together.
I made it BY MYSELF. And it took serious effort on my part.
What I’m noticing is that the University is not as serious as I am about these things. I think it’s ridiculous that the University is charging me $2300 a quarter so that I can have incompetent Teacher Assistants, shallower studies of subjects compared to community colleges (because a quarter just isn’t enough time), and a similar quality resources compared to a community college.
I don’t mean to sound so negative lately. It’s just that I’m sorely disappointed by the quality of education here. I see so much good stuff go to waste. I mean, I know I didn’t come here for the education (I came here to meet people). But, I thought that maybe I would get a little bit of instruction along the way. I worry that I’m paying all of this money to learn nothing. I think the crux of the matter is the rote memorization required here. Meaningless facts. Data. Blah.
But then again, I’m told by several people (one of which is Paul Chamberlain, master of studies) that you forget everything after a while of not being in college. I won’t worry too much, then.
Anyway, things are getting better. In my chemistry class, I noticed that I’m not the only person stressed out and fed up with the class. My entire class of 700 was in such an uproar last meeting (after we were assigned twice as much to memorize as last week), we barely got through anything. Every time the teacher would talk, the class would drown her out. When she stopped speaking, the class would silence. But, when she’d start up again, so would the class!
Furthermore, people were shouting at the teacher. I’m a bit worried about my class meeting today, because this teacher, graduate of BYU, has a fieriness to her when her boundaries are overstepped.
Anyway, I’m thinking of changing my major to communication. I’m discovering that maybe I don’t really care about science after all (not to the degree of retarded seriousness, at least).
I recall a story from my math teacher at CR, about the power of language. During one of his high-level chemistry classes, he, the current CR chem. Teacher, and an English major had to work on a term project and to present the project to the class. The English major made a deal that he would present the project to the class if the chemistry teacher and math teacher did all the other work. They agreed, and the English major did an outstanding performance, getting the group an A.
Well, as it turns out, the math teacher, chem. Teacher, and English major, graduated. The chem. And math teachers (appropriately) got jobs as teachers, while the English graduate got employed at a bioengineering firm as the manager of an entire division.
The English graduate has only a bachelor’s in English. He commands over 200 Ph.D.’s. Furthermore, he makes more than any of the Ph.D.’s. And it’s only because of communication.
When I went into CR, I quickly decided to master language. It is a language school. That’s their strongest point. I decided to change my major because of this school’s strengths, but I’m always studying language and communication in my spare time. I think it’s obvious why I want to major in communication now.
I have to go. Class is over!
Oh, and I was thinking of vitamin vending machines as a lucrative business
Things are getting better. Gotta go!!~
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