Ok, so it didn't kill me...
Sep. 3rd, 2003 10:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anigoAnd there weren't that many under 25's there with horribly perky boobs. In fact, i'm not the oldest kid in the class, which was a relief.
Not only that, Richard pointed out that if all of the kids are just your "typical university kids" then most of them are just there because that's the place they're supposed to be - they don't so much care about their marks, just passing. In night classes, most of the students are there because they want to be there, and they want to do well. I've actually experienced a bit of cutthroat competition in night class. The odds are better for me to be at the top of the class here. Not that I'm competitive or anything. (wink)
And the subject doesn't look insurmountable. And the professor's actually kind of jovial, though he looks like an accountant. A rather rotund accountant. A jolly, rotund accountant. We spent 15 minutes talking about how he goes by his middle name and how much of a pain it is and how if anybody ever has kids they should never do that to them. We spent about 45 minutes going aroudn the class getting everybody's names, their program and their hobbies (Mine, of course, was racing sailboats, so that made me feel better right off the bat!)
And the traffic wasn't even that bad. Not only that, an 8:30 class means there is a TONNE of parking available, so I got to park near the door.
So, maybe it won't kill me.
Not only that, Richard pointed out that if all of the kids are just your "typical university kids" then most of them are just there because that's the place they're supposed to be - they don't so much care about their marks, just passing. In night classes, most of the students are there because they want to be there, and they want to do well. I've actually experienced a bit of cutthroat competition in night class. The odds are better for me to be at the top of the class here. Not that I'm competitive or anything. (wink)
And the subject doesn't look insurmountable. And the professor's actually kind of jovial, though he looks like an accountant. A rather rotund accountant. A jolly, rotund accountant. We spent 15 minutes talking about how he goes by his middle name and how much of a pain it is and how if anybody ever has kids they should never do that to them. We spent about 45 minutes going aroudn the class getting everybody's names, their program and their hobbies (Mine, of course, was racing sailboats, so that made me feel better right off the bat!)
And the traffic wasn't even that bad. Not only that, an 8:30 class means there is a TONNE of parking available, so I got to park near the door.
So, maybe it won't kill me.
