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Jan. 30th, 2006 12:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaWell sociology was kinda fun. What was really amusing was running into my Prof before class. I was heading up to do some reading for the Professor I work for and we were both getting on the elevator. We kinda stared at eachother for a minute and I'm like 'You're my sociology professor' because God knows I blanked on her named.
She was like 'I was wondering if you were in my class.' And yeah, that was it.
Then in class there was this great little anecdote she had about different cultures interraction. About a secretary who was british recieving a call from the wife of the man she worked for. Well the secretary was like 'he's doing a fag in the parking lot' which to her meant having a cigarrette.
... not so much to the wife of her boss. ~snicker~
And then there was math... ah, math. The class where the professor spends an *hour* solving problems... and *then* gives you the bloody formula. Not only that the man takes 36 steps to one of mine- and we both get the same bloody answer!
The whole class was kinda watching him going 'where the hell are these numbers coming from!' I'm sorry, but *give us the fucking formula* and *then* assume we'll figure out what you're teaching.
And now I'm in Psy class. Yaaaay Psy class. >< I'm paying attention, shh.
She was like 'I was wondering if you were in my class.' And yeah, that was it.
Then in class there was this great little anecdote she had about different cultures interraction. About a secretary who was british recieving a call from the wife of the man she worked for. Well the secretary was like 'he's doing a fag in the parking lot' which to her meant having a cigarrette.
... not so much to the wife of her boss. ~snicker~
And then there was math... ah, math. The class where the professor spends an *hour* solving problems... and *then* gives you the bloody formula. Not only that the man takes 36 steps to one of mine- and we both get the same bloody answer!
The whole class was kinda watching him going 'where the hell are these numbers coming from!' I'm sorry, but *give us the fucking formula* and *then* assume we'll figure out what you're teaching.
And now I'm in Psy class. Yaaaay Psy class. >< I'm paying attention, shh.
