Semester 2

Let's get one thing straight here: I am not a quitter.
In fact, I'm very hard on myself when I'm forced to give up on something I had originally planned on following through with. Like, brutal. Because I'm one of those people who likes to DO what they SAY... and I feel like a letdown to myself and everyone else when I have to go back on my word.

When I signed up for classes for this semester, I knew that I'd have a heavy schedule. Eleven credit hours on top of 30+ hours of work is hard, especially when you have an Anatomy class that will demand a lot of homework. But I was prepared... and I knew I'd figure it out like I always do. So on the first day, I went to that Anatomy class and realized it wasn't *exactly* what I was expecting... but that's okay, because it was close. However, the syllabus says 18-25 hours of work outside of class... and even if I figure that I'll be on the low end of that (I've had some of this before), that's still a part time job!

Ok, fine. Manageable. Later that afternoon was my Technical Science class, which is an equivalent to Physics that is yet another requirement to apply for this program.
If you're a gut-listener like myself, you'll know what I'm talking about when I say that I had a very sick feeling when I walked in. Aside from the smell of dirty boy (the class before was all male, and this class was male, minus the 3 females that sat together), it was just bad energy. I had looked through the book and was seriously intimidated by it, but I knew that having a teacher for it would help a lot. I tried to ignore the overwhelming urge to barf everywhere as she walked in.

Wait. First let me explain that I took this class this semester because the math requirements were low enough that I'd be able to follow along. I didn't want to take it at the same time as college algebra (next semester) and I needed to be done by next semester.
Alright. We're caught up.

The teacher came in and immediately rubbed me the wrong way. She didn't speak a lot, and she really didn't act interested to be there. Some of the first words out of her mouth were, "If you haven't had Trig, you'll struggle in this class." UHHHHH.... excuse me?!? That's not what I was told!!
Frick.

Her teaching method was very passive. *scribble scribble, point to board* "Right?"
*scribble scribble* "You get that?"
There was no TEACHING involved. She even said that the book WASN'T a text book, but a reference book. Alright then, how in the hell am I supposed to learn this if you won't teach it? It was, perhaps, the longest 2 hours of my week. As soon as the class was dismissed, I went straight to the director of the program in desperation. I knew this wasn't going to work for me.... it was going to be above my head, and even if I tried to hold on something else was going to suffer.

So long story short, after a long-awaited email from an advisor who told me that this class would be offered in the summer, I dropped it. I'll have to take it next summer after I've had the college algebra and just hope that the teacher is different. I figure if it's the ONLY class I have to focus on I've got a better shot at passing it with the required grade than this semester.

So now I'm down to 2 classes and 7 credit hours. But ya know what? I feel a lot better. Anatomy takes up so much of my time as it is... I just know I would've failed the other class. This was for the best.

The only thing that stinks is waking up for an 8:00 Algebra class on T/Th. Bleh. Trying to keep my head in the game, though!