School Daze

It's been over a week since the last time I've blogged. It's superbowl Sunday and I could go on and on about the bears and how they are going to dominate the colts down in Miami, and bring back the Lombardi trophy to chicago. However, I'm going to talk about something a bit more exciting. Well, maybe not, but it needs to be talked about.

Ok, so I am taking grad school classes, and the program that I'm in only has class every 4th weekend. However, for that weekend, there is class ALL day, both days. This is not a class where we sit around and talk, and do cute little group projects. This is full blown calc. 8 hours on saturday and 6 hours on sunday. So, needless to say, as the hours go by, I find my mind wandering, as I look around the class.

This is a class of current high school math teachers and aspiring math teachers. And let me tell you, this is an interesting group. This is just a little sample of what I had to deal with this weekend.

First of all, there is a group of about 4 women who absolutely cannot come to class on time. Every single class they have been consistently late. Not a couple minutes late. Were talking a half hour, or sometimes more. I mean seriously, why the hell would you be late to class all the time? Late when it starts. Late when we get back from lunch. Late all the time. Not only are they late, but they are loud and obnoxious when they come thundering down the hallway, and they take their time to find a seat, and they must love being the center of attention, because that's exactly what they become when they walk in the door. These people bother me.

One of these women likes to sit down right next to me. This is a classroom where the desks are so packed together that I have a tough time fitting my large ass into the seat. It would be acceptable to sit every other desk because they really are that close together. There are usually plenty of other desks in the room when she walks into the room, but sure enough she plops her sloppy ass damn near on top of me.

Picture this woman. She usually wears her HUGE depaul sweatshirt which hangs down well past her waist, overlapping her faded jeans which look to be from the early 80's. She usually has her hair up with loose strands everywhere, but to try and make herself look classy, which I know is hopeless, she usually has a pair of designer sunglasses on her head, and keeps them there the whole class, as if to say, "yeah, I'm hot shit." Let me assure you, she isn't.

If she just walked in late, wearing her ridiculous outfits, and didn't really do anything else, I wouldn't hold it against her. However, she is the type of woman who loves to talk. She blabs the WHOLE time. She blabs to the girls next to her, who has to be annoyed. She answers the questions of the professor, either out loud to the whole class or to herself, just enough so I can hear and be annoyed. The best part is, her answers are wrong 90% of the time. That's right, she's not smart, but she has to be involved so that she feels important, and she continues to wear her stupidity on her sleeve. This lady bothers me.

Other characters in the class include, a goofy looking man with long gray hair who wears a cowboy hat every class and shakes his head side to side because he has some type of nervous twitch. There are two ladies who talk and laugh loudly, to the point where I am embarrassed for them. They sit their during the class and read magazines and talk about the articles. I mean seriously, you don't have to be there. They don't take attendance. Why come? I think to annoy me. There's a guy who's pants ride up so high that when he sits down, you can almost see the back of his knees. And there are a ton of people who sit there and grade papers.

I mean seriously, stay home, class will be better without you. Well, maybe I wouldn't have anything to keep me busy while the professor goes off on his meaningless tangents.

I love being in school again.