First Week

Last Monday, I began my first semester over at Sacramento State, of which one of my classes is requiring me to write a personal blog.  The class eventually agreed for our first entry to be on each person's individual first week of this semester.

Mine could be considered standard, with a few humorous moments in between.  Just for reference, my schedule goes like this: Monday and Wednesday- Metaphysics at the Library from 11am to 11:50.  Then I have to hustle across campus over to Mendocino Hall for the Journalism class that this blog is an assignment for, which is from Noon to 1:15pm.  Tuesday and Thursday, I have a class on Shakespeare at Douglass Hall from 10:30 to 11:45, and after that, Astronomy at Mendocino from Noon to 1:15.  Friday I also have Metaphysics, since it's a MWF class.

Now that I have that out of the way, let's begin.  Monday started off with me hopeful to make it early to both classes; said hope would be quickly dashed in less than an hour.  The instructor of my Metaphysics class, by appearance, struck me as "average college professor", by way of semi-formal suit, glasses, balding gray hair.  Fairly soon, however, I found out his demeanor was a little manic.  Let me be more precise.  He was the good kind of crazy, as in, "haha, this guy's nuts".  Class continued until 11:55, which panicked me.  Add to that I had no map to navigate the campus, and I wound up late for Journalism about ten to fifteen minutes late, which was irritating.  I'll hold judgment on the instructor for this class until the end of the semester.  The class itself is engaging enough, and we were given our first assignment, which was sending an e-mail to the instructor. 

Tuesday was more relaxed in that my classes took place close to each other, so I didn't have to hustle between them.  The instructor for the Shakespeare class was friendly enough, and covered the syllabus well.  She also needed volunteers for a practice routine that would be in class in a week, which would be on "The Taming of the Shrew", so I volunteered to play a major part, having enjoyed that particular story.  As for Astronomy, the classroom was packed.  Think a lecture auditorium with a good projector in the middle.  Now picture that all the 120 seats, save one or two, were filled.  That's how looking for a seat to sit down in was.  The instructor was pretty direct in manner of how he taught, and taking notes was easy since he used a power-point presentation alongside his lecture.

Wednesday turned out a bit better in regards to getting from one class to another quickly.  In addition, I got a little bit more insight into the mannerisms and behavior of my instructors.  Once again, the instructor for Metaphysics was amusing, as he was lecturing on Plato's Beard and Ockham's Razor, which surprisingly to me, came up in the textbook for the Journalism class.

Thursday followed a similar mold to Tuesday, with an in-class quiz in Shakespeare and a bit more seating in Astronomy changing the flow.  After Astronomy, however, I went over to Calaveras Hall to speak with the Shakespeare instructor, along with another classmate, over the roles we would be playing for the practice routine, as well as a rough reading of the scene we'd be doing.

Friday, I only had Metaphysics, but it was probably the most entertaining one yet, due to the class getting engaged and asking some good questions of the instructor, as well as some funny interjections.  He jokingly mentioned after one part of his lecture how he sometimes thought a dictatorship would be better than what we had as a government.  I chipped in with, "Are we talking Darth Vader, Force choke kind of dictatorship or what?", to which he replied, "Your hate makes you strong"  Me and about eight other people in the class really got the joke, judging by the laughter.

Nerd humor is greatly underappreciated.