Applied Math Blues.

Oh Dear Friend, LittleFoot here, reporting from my applied math class. Currently trying desperately not to
1.) fall asleep (like everyone else in my row) or
2.) punch the kid with aspergers in front of me who can't help but shout out every single thing he's thinking.
Now, I know you're thinking his totally irrelevant outbursts and asinine questions should be making the class more interesting. Well it's not. And it's dramtically slowing down what is already in essence, a remedial (and attendance mandatory) class. (Not that I'm bitter that I'm being forced to take it. No, not at all).

Speaking of remedial and asinine outbursts, I forgot to mention the hell that is my BIO class. Now, let me preface this outburst by saying that 90% of this class is comprised of BIO seniors, and many if not most of them are from the honors college. I enjoy the class in theory. I like the professor and enjoy the material, but I LOATHE that he encourages people to talk amongst themselves during the quizzes and lecture. This results in me having to listen to a plethora of stupid questions and conversations between people who have no confidence in their ability to answer a simple question. Imagine my horror when blondielocks interrupted class (yet again), in the middle of an exam after a week of discussing eugenics to shout (without a hint of irony);

"Oh my god!
EUGEN-E, Oregon.
EUGEN-ICS.
Is that where they got the name from?!! Does anybody know!?! Do you guys not see the connection?! Could somebody please look it up because it's going to upset me all day. . .(pauses) Come on guys, I NEED TO KNOW!!"

Silence ensued. It was too stupid to even laugh at. It was followed by a similar outburst (by the same person) near the end of class, again pleading with someone to let her know if Eugene, OR named itself after its eugenics program. She left class distressed. Convinced that she'd made some terrible connection over looked by the history books. (And I went home to research if a lobotomy would make this class more tolerable to me).

I know that I've become a grumpy old lady and that I should be amused with these odd moments my life is punctuated with. Somehow though, the obscene amount of money I'm spending on my college education combined with how hard I've struggled to complete/pay for my degree makes moments like this intolerable instead of humorous. How people manage to get to their senior year of college (even here, where standards are clearly lower than most places) and manage to interrupt class time with outbursts like that is beyond me. There are such things as stupid questions. This was one of them. People need to stop worrying about everyone's self esteem and start calling things like they are.

Or maybe I need to learn to be more tolerant, though I seriously doubt it.

 Song of the day is by the Spin Doctors. Enjoy.