One of my uni tutors sucks balls.
Okay, not literally (I’d be somewhat concerned if he did, actually), but he really gives off the impression of being a nervous wreck during classes, and that doesn’t help when we ickle first-year kids need all the help we can get. Yes, people… I started uni this week. The night before my first day, I was excited off my rocker about it. By the time I woke up on Monday morning (rather later than expected, I have to add), all the anticipation had gone poof, and all I wanted to do was get to campus and suss things out to see whether or not I’d hate things right away. And… I didn’t! Well, not until Wednesday, anyway.
Orientation Week festivities weren’t all that perky; free coffee (mmm, morning coffee. SO. GOOD.), fairy floss and sno-cones, and forging new friendships via Facebook followed by in-person meet-ups were the only thing that were perky, to me. Oh, and the sight of a man walking on stilts and getting tripped over by a few “unwitting” people trying to promote a newspaper subscription. Very much a lolleriffic thing to witness. I got acquainted with my classes soon enough (all my crap is spread out on Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays), but the campus — despite being a small one — is a bitch to navigate around, even with a campus map. Some of the shining beacons in this place, though, are that the lecture theatre seats are extra-cushy, there isn’t a class I don’t have that doesn’t have some kind of male eye-candy in it, and we can eat in class. Yeah yeah, I sound lazy already. I also plan on acting outrageously camp in one week as a trial, and see where/what that gets me…
I have no qualms with any of my lecturers, or my tutors — bar one. He speaks thickly accented, broken English, is originally from Bangladesh, and leads my tutorial for my Australian history class (bad thing about it is, it’s a compulsory unit, and I can’t change tutorials. BAH!). We’re not even an overly large group — only about 20 in the class, maximum, and fifteen minutes into the class, after he’s explained in detail the rule about attending all tutes in their entirety, as well as the spelling of his name, his e-mail address, and his name again, and introduced himself with a thorough recount of what seems like his entire. life. story., he walks out of the room with all his crap, and doesn’t come back. Hello, hello pot? This is kettle here. You’re looking a little black these days, dude.
At least now I have an idea of how much I need to do to meet the weekly requirements for all my units; a hell of a lot of readings, additional readings, and summaries of textbook chapters. Tutorial participation is supposedly an integral part of our final mark… in other words, we’re meant to speak up and bullshit for a few minutes in one tutorial for the semester, about the subject matter and the readings for that week. Otherwise, we can shut the bloody hell up, feign interest in any tutes we hate, and still pass. Well, this is an exciting prospect…
[#] Nellie, on March 1, 2008:
TWINS! My main sociology lecturer (we have about 8) is a really dippy dude. He has an awesome skullet and beard combo though, which makes him just a little cooler.
My tutorials only count for 10% of my marks, but they make a big deal about participation anyway.
Ah. Uni. It’s greeeeat.
[#] Chien Yee, on March 2, 2008:
Lol about the tripping haha.
I dislike teachers with broken English because of miscommunication, plus it only proves that they aren’t really qualified to teach. That’s IMHO though.
All the best! =D
[#] Vera, on March 4, 2008:
Haha, sounds like one of the lecturers my friend had. In her case it was an elective (but a sort of compulsory elective, as there were no other options). And apparently he kept telling the class about his life experiences, and explaining how girls have nothing to do at university (to a group were about half were girls)… and those who got bored and didn’t attend got flunked.
So er… good luck *wide smile* There really are worse things than that.
[#] Wandering Mind » Blog Archive » 3 - 5 hours of sleep at night is great., on March 12, 2008:
[...] 12:30pm-2:00pm, followed by another wasteful hour, then a tutorial for Australia and the World with that shitty, shitty tutor, all the while texting the antithesis of typically-sized Chinese boobs. Finish uni at 4:00pm, hop [...]