a·non·y·mous [uh-non-uh-muhs]
adjective:
1. of unknown name; whose name is withheld.
heart [hahrt]
noun:
1. the center of the total personality, especially with reference to intuition, feeling, or emotion.
My 11 a.m. class…
So today I was running about 5 minutes late, which is the worst thing you can do on the first day of class.
I ran the whole way from my dorm to class, only to find that everyone else was in the hall waiting on the instructor. I sigh in relief and walk over to a group of classmates I’m fairly familiar with. We play catch up and soon 15 minutes pass (20 since class was supposed to start). We’re all kind of annoyed, but joking about it…
My instructor hasn’t put up his site yet, so we don’t even have a syllabus and he hasn’t emailed any of us that class is cancelled. We continue to wait, but soon over half the class gives up, makes a sign in sheet, then leaves. Me and the others stay put and email the instructor and I even throw a tweet his way.
No response.
At 12, we all give up, sign the sheet…and then drop the paper off at his office. I head to my dorm, while the others split off into their own direction.
An hour later, we all get an email on GaView (the site he previously had not updated) from him to apologize that class didn’t start off today and that we’ll resume regular schedule tomorrow at 11.
Now, I’m not angry. Things come up, you know? People run into problems and my instructor certainly did…But a lot of students are commuters and a lot of them only had this class today…Not only that, but it’s the first day and we haven’t even received our syllabus (something college students love to have). I think the least we could have been given would be an email BEFORE class was supposed to start.
But that’s okay, I’m done ranting. At least he apologized; tomorrow will be a fresh start and we’ll pretend today never happened.
Summer Semester…
Today is the first day of summer semester classes for me. I’m at that point in my degree where I have the same people in almost all my classes.
UGHHHH, I AM SO TIREDDDD!!!
Jeez, I need a better sleep schedule. It’s 10 in the morning and I already want to go back to sleep.
The Mixtable by Jeff Skierka
Comprised of maple and walnut wood with a thin sheet of plexiglass covering it, the Mixtape Table is an homage to the audio Love Letter of the 80’s and the 90’s. Pour one out for your fallen friend the Mixtape: the only place in time where Bon Jovi, Candlebox, and Slayer converged for a nonstop party in your Honda Accord.
