I somehow managed an 86% on the Physics test that I certainly shouldn’t have passed. In other words, the professor was ridiculously generous with partial credit, giving lots of credit for answers that had only vague notions of truth in them… Whew.
The quality of the lectures is proportional to the amount of time it takes to return tests: The better the lectures, the longer it takes for tests to get graded and returned.
School is harder than I remember it being. That’s probably because up until now, I’ve always been a very bad student. I rarely studied for anything, and sometimes wrote papers on things I hadn’t even read. I generally did okay on tests, but never turned in any homework. Since day 1, I’ve been worried about Calculus II. I’ve been a bad math student for as long as I can remember, only doing enough to get by. I think I did okay in Calculus I, but last time I took Calculus II (back in 1999), I only managed a D. That…
I’m sitting in the library, struggling with my calculus, and my Mom calls. I don’t answer, because I’m in the library, but instead send her a text back saying I can’t talk right now because I’m in the library. It seems that she and Sydney are on the road to Atlanta and are having car problems. Considering that Mom drives a Toyota Prius, I found it unlikely that there was actually anything wrong. Me: I’m in the library, can’t talk on the phone. 2:09 PM Cynthia: Ok will you be out anytime soon? 2:10 PM Me: well. I was planning…