I'd like to dance around the issue to put forward an appearance of confidence, but I don't think that's possible any more. I suppose I could clarify it to the say that the people I have teaching me Law are terrifying, but at the end of the day I'm going to regard the course and it's instructors as a whole any ways, so It's just quicker to sum it up like that.
Law is god damn terrifying.
I have the joyous luck to have stumbled into the one professor who takes pride in her exams and the jaw-dropping confidence obliterating difficulty they're rumoured to have. What's worse is I can't just pass these things as simply that; rumours. No, even the teaching assistants are warning us about how the mid-term will kick our collective asses up between our ears. And that's not a "Study hard or you'll do bad!" sort of warning, no that's them trying to tell us so we'll be less disappointed when it inevitably occurs. It seems that if you haven't been devastated by one of these exams in the past you simply cannot adequately prepare for one.
Which they then naturally used as a segue to how they'll attempt to make us fail slightly less. It was not the world's greatest hope-inspiring speech, I feel. My one tiny consolation is that I genuinely find the class interesting and am eagerly awaiting additional lectures - even if they do insist upon taking place at the crack of dawn on Monday. Though I admit I'm probably not the most popular person in the world for enjoying law. It's not exactly a hobby that recommends itself to the masses, even if my friends have managed to avoid killing me over the number of times I bring it up.
Ah well, at least the rest of University is going pretty easy. History will require a lot of reading, but the topics are interesting and the lectures entertaining. Psychology hasn't really begun to trundle along yet, but the professor is likeable, knows his stuff and appears eager to teach it; good signs all around. English is making me exam books closer than I usually bother to do, and prodding that tiny part of my mind that I somewhat shamefully confess gets excited at the notion of debates and intellectual discussion. How deprived for talk do you need to be to fall into that category?
Regrettably the last course I'm taking, Introduction to Computers, is making a fair bid to outright kill me through boredom. Case in point I think my heart might have stopped for a while when she spent thirty minutes explaining what USB drives are and how they're used. And no, I don't mean how they function, what the components are - just literally what they look like and how to plug them into a computer. I don't think anyone deserves a lecture on that. Ever.
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