High school starts next week, but college started yesterday. I’ve already done one assignment for my accounting class.
I also signed up for a basic history class, covering “western civilization.” I chose this class for several reasons:
- Ideally I plan to keep going to school as long as I have time and money to do so. A lot of the higher-level classes require the same first-year classes, like history, English comp, and basic algebra. I’ve already taken quite a few of those basics, might as well take the rest.
- It looked interesting, and I was afraid I wasn’t getting into my accounting class so I wanted to take something.
- All of my close friends and relatives are very smart people who can converse intelligently on things like history and world events. My history is quite weak and I can’t really participate. I plan to remedy this so I no longer feel like a fucking moron.
Our instructor is an energetic, self-assured Italian man who paces the front of the room and talks with his hands. He spent the first class going over the syllabus (this is apparently required, all teachers do it the first day) in between anecdotes about prior students and warning us about the dire consequences of plagiarism, failure to study, or not showing up on test day. He referred to himself several times as a “benign dictator.”
I like him already. This is going to be a fun class.