The only thing worse than yearning to write in a blog you don’t have is yearning to write in a blog you do have. I am sorry for my little absence, but such is the life of a student—particularly an English student who allows her writing assignments to pile up and then has no time for “fun writing”.
What a semester this was! I won’t say it was my worst ever because life itself was good and I really enjoyed being back on campus. Once I got my childcare situation worked out, I loved getting to go to class and knowing my little lovies were right there near me. I was able to go to the daycare between all my classes and breastfeed Baby G.
That said, I had some of the worst professors I have ever had. I am studying English and Business but this is the first semester I had many business classes in the classroom. My school likes to brag about their business division. They have their own commercials, events and advertising catch phrases. I was pretty excited to jump in and be part of all the excitement. The humanities division is great and all, but we don’t have any fancy wine fundraisers or whatnot. I now know this is because the humanities professors are more concerned with providing quality education than attempting to become local celebs like the business professors. I seriously have not seen such a bunch of washed-up has-beens since the last time I watched a Comedy Central Roast.
When the commercials highlight instructors with “real world experience”, what they mean is that they have a lovely collection of folks who failed in the real world but are here to brag about their few, small successes. And while they are at it, they will manage to “teach” the students in the most condescending manner they can conjure up. Awesome. My Business Law class (which I dropped) was taught by a local ex-lawyer who looks something like Ken’s dad. By Ken I mean Barbie’s man. He raves about his successful law career—which he apparently left completely for a significant pay cut to teach law at a small state college. Sounds like a successful attorney, right?
Sometime I will tell the stories about the rest of business professors, for now I will just try to forget about it and pretend it was all just a bad dream. Thank goodness I did have one humanities class. It was a delight. The instructor had an actual doctorate and lectured in a way that was insightful, respectful and entertaining. I feel obligated to throw that in so you understand that I do like most of my professors. Some I love. It’s only rarely that I meet any I cannot stand. I happened to get more than one this semester for the first time ever.
This is finals week, but I had all my finals on Monday so this is the first day that the three of us—Miss S, Baby G and me—would have gone to school. We celebrated our freedom by heading to the bakery outlet for old bread and took it to feed the ducks. I think this was Miss S’s first time feeding the ducks that she was actually old enough to really understand and enjoy herself. The geese were taking over as usual and honking obnoxiously and she was baffled that the “big ducks say ‘ribbit’?”.
So for now I am breathing deep happy breaths. I get to spend wonderful time with my darlings. I do not have to fake interest to pass classes, and in fact I have no academic obligations whatsoever. All the while we are broke as a joke so I do have to figure something out. The trick is finding a job that would make childcare worth it… but that is a whole other discussion. For now, enjoy some glimpses of our duck/park day and check back soon—I have my first ever giveaway nearing!
Cheers!
Life Styled by Elle 