So…it’s been a long time since I’ve written in here. The page itself looks really weird because I added some sort of counter. I don’t really even know if it’ll work …whatever.
It’s time for me to be scheduling meetings with my adviser. I’ve been avoiding it because I don’t really want to meet with him even though I don’t have a choice. I’ve got holds on my account until I meet with him. I don’t like the weird military-esque powerplaying he does when we meet. I don’t like being uncomfortable. I had him for a class before I switched majors and he became my adviser, too, and he was enjoyable. He seemed pretty set in how he understood things, but who isn’t. He didn’t aim to say things flawlessly or focus on tons of assignments. It was more focused on anecdotes and life experience and “how do you understand this?” sort of lecturing. Then he looked over the transcripts of the classes i’ve taken and homed in on the ones i failed. Made sure to ask me whether i thought my new major was going to be some sort of blow off major. He didn’t give me the benefit of the doubt. It kind of ruined my impression of him.
My marketing group was supposed to meet up this last weekend. Half the group dropped off before the weekend even started, then the last guy emailed me the day of saying he wouldn’t be able to make it. I’m starting to feel I’m in a group of flakes. Their excuse seems to focus on their senior design group, but still. If you can’t handle something as simple as this class, why are you still in it? The girl in the group seems simple. She’s just going with the flow of the leadership, which has been lacking (they made me the “leader” even though they’re never really available to group meetings). The other two just aren’t leaving any space for the group. It’s like I have to have weeklong advance warnings just to get people to show up. No flexibility.
My shoulder’s been killing me since I slept on it badly a while ago. A while being probably a month now. It got better, then i slept on it again. I can’t really hold anything over my head with it, my shoulder blade feels like it’s pushed too far into my chest. Just sucks overall.
My technical writing class has been awesome so far. I’ve got a resume i’m proud of and that points to my more technical background rather than just being the Word template for resumes. For whatever reason, there’s a girl in there that keeps being my group project buddy. She’s pretty smart, picks up on things quickly and doesn’t have any annoying speech patterns. For whatever reason she also sticks around after class to talk about random stuff with me or to ask questions about assignments. After a couple weeks of this, i started thinking she might be interested in me. Too bad facebook says she has a boyfriend and he goes to school here. Guess she likes my magnetic personality. I dunno.
Business ethics has been fun, for the most part. It’s like basic philosophy 90% of the time. We’ve barely covered anything that can really be considered business ethics, it seems. There’s probably 20-30 people in the room with 75% of them computer engineering. Day one the teacher pointed out that i was the only one he recognized from his previous class and he would “try” to learn everyone’s names. He has been trying, but he’s pretty scatterbrained at it. It’s funny. Day two, some skinny guy came in and sat next to me, introduced himself as Ryan, and made up some reason for it. He didn’t know anyone and thought I might be a good person to sit next to. He’s pretty good for little one-liners and commenting on things other people say, so i’m glad he did. Everyone knows it’s not the sort of class for quizzes and homework and the like, so at least it was obvious he wasn’t someone trying to skate by. There’s a guy that sits in the back row that cracks me up at times and frustrates the shit out of me the rest. I keep referring to him as Fratbro when I reference him to Chris. He made multiple arguments that morality shouldn’t be enforced, that he wouldn’t help a kid drowning in two feet of water if he were busy because “hey, survival of the fittest. It’s the parent’s fault.” He also enjoys sidetracking the conversations a lot by interpreting things in a weird or wrong way and then following it to it’s logically weird/wrong end. Then the teacher tells him he makes a good point. And i don’t correct him because I expect someone else to. No one ends up doing it, so i explain it to Ryan as the class is packing up their stuff to leave. We also have to leave the teacher a notecard with our name, #of times in class, and a short comment regarding our thoughts on what we covered in class. We get the first exam and I end up seeing that my questions and comments inspired 3 of the 6 questions on it. The other 3 are things we covered in class discussions.
Sometimes after class I’ll say or ask something of the teacher over what he covered. The next day he’ll bring up the same concepts and philosophers for thought experiments. It’s pretty funny. He doesn’t really pick on me to force the conversations forward, which is great for me. I love being able to listen to what people come up with without planning on saying something. Lets me plan out my thoughts better. And when I do raise my hand, I think he’s gotten to the point that he knows my comments are going to conclude whatever we’re talking about. He’ll normally try and get me last, which i don’t mind.
I suck at applied statistics. It’s proving to be harder than i expected and I’m now trying to just pass with a C. Probably another reason i don’t want to see my adviser. He’ll probably comment on it, considering i’m going to be signing up for it again, just in case.
I kind of wish i had the time to work on that November Novel writing thing. Writing with me seems to be like everything else I do. Once I get started on it, i make a lot of progress. Works the same way with my homework. And yet when it comes to actually doing homework, i look for other things to do instead. Like write in here.
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