Calculus – 16 June 2013

So calculus is pretty interesting. The first thing I noticed when I got to school is that my teacher had sent everyone an email basically threatening us. “You’re worst fear this summer-” he said, “will be time. I strongly recommend that you don’t try to take any other classes at the same time as this one, not even PE, because you won’t have time. I also recommend that you don’t try to peruse any employment or new personal relationships, because you’re going to have to get used to saying ‘I can’t go out this weekend, I have to study’ a whole lot.”


I saw Nick this morning before class too. He bought me a cinnamon cheese Danish thing. Get this, he saw a baby flamingo once at his little animal hospital. He also said that he was pulling down on something and a needle with some solution accidentally fell onto, and pierced, his hand. What an intense dude.


It was even more interesting once I got into the class itself. The instructor was this guy with a shaved head in shorts. “Sorry I’m late guys, my wife decided I needed a haircut this morning…” he explained. He then saw a guy with bushy hair in the front row and said “well, let’s make sure my wife doesn’t see you, haha!” There are about 60 people sitting with me in this big lecture hall normally used for chem classes, only half of us are actually in the class, there’s about 5 on the waitlist, and the rest are just trying to crash the class. Apparently, the teacher only gets so many add codes because they have to pay him extra when he goes over the 60 student threshold. The people that make up this class are interesting in their own regard as well. There are about twice of every usually rare niche in the class. For example, there are twice as many Asian youngsters with bowl cuts who think they’re human calculators, twice as many weird white kids with dusters and ponytails, and twice as many community-college-cool-kids with leather jackets and sunglasses. However, like normal classes, this one was filled by a majority of your standard Mexican. The teacher was testing out a purple marker on the board when he randomly asked “how do you say purple in Spanish?” to which the whole class answered “morado!”


In the snack room later that day I walked in on a guy in the bathroom. It’s a one-person bathroom with a lock, which I guess this guy didn’t know how to use. As I opened the door I heard “EY! EY! EY!” so I closed it again. There was a black guy behind me also heading to the bathroom who commented “oh, shit.” I took my slice of pizza, put it back in my backpack, and left the whole area. I wasn’t going to stick around and make awkward eye contact when the guy comes out of the bathroom, I was out of there.


I had to get the textbook the very first day because there is already homework assigned. During the day we apparently reviewed stuff that people were have supposed to have learned in precalc (which I didn’t take). The teacher was like “yeah, you remember this, the equation of a parabola, and a hyperbola, and an ellipse, and this is how you shift them, all old stuff, right?” I was like “…no.” So hopefully the book can catch me up.  It was like $150, but it’s good for calc A, B, and C, so that’s like $50 a class.



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