Tick Tock

Another three hours of my life I can’t take back from that damn professor. I got as much out of reading the chapter (ahead of his slow lecture) as I did his lecture. I was really, really, really trying not to be so rude as to put my head down and nap like I saw one student apparently doing. Not to mention I would probably embarass myself by snoring. I scored a 93 on Tuesday’s exam, but I should have had a 95 if he hadn’t screwed up. He admitted that he grades while watching football on Sundays and tends to screw up like that. So now I have to look out for that, but at least all my worry (of which I spared you the reading) about Tuesday’s exam was as unfounded as I suspected. I had planned on studying, but I couldn’t bring myself to actually sit down and do that all weekend. That’s usually a sign that I don’t need to, but I can’t help but worry when I do nothing or very little to prepare for something that is a significant part of my grade.

I thought I might be able to switch sections, but I’m not getting any response from the other professor and it’s getting too late to switch. So I’ll stick it out with this guy. I almost got up and walked out tonight, but I managed to stay seated. I have to get my boredom under control. I have to get my attention on something. I should use the time to move ahead on the homework or something so I don’t have to use my free time for it, but I get so antsy from the boredom that I can’t even sit still let alone concentrate. Patience. I have patience for other things, but for some reason I never have patience for slow lessons. If it were my 92 year old grandfather up there teaching I would probably be more understanding of his pace and have patience. Too bad I can never trick myself into believing things like that to get the desired feeling.