tl;dr I HATE EVERYTHING
The classes start tomorrow—yep, on Friday, it all makes sense. Apparently we’re lacking Fridays so we have to start earlier. Got my new schedule for the second semester today. It’s terrifying. You know that thing I do when I want to stress myself out some more? You know, when I read my curriculum for the following three years? And there’s all sorts of required classes with really scary-sounding names? Well, I won’t have to do this anymore. The scary-sounding classes begin for real. To be fair though, I knew this long before I even applied for this course and it’s not why I’m so terrified. It’s because of the professors. I do know that opinions about faculty can be very, very subjective and usually it’s not particularly reasonable to come to your first class with negative presumptions based on the experiences of your older mates. But… it’s also hard not to listen to them? Especially when it seems we’ve got the worst of the worst of THE ABSOLUTE FUCKING WORST.
Just two of our profs from the first semester will still have classes with us, when it was supposed to be four. It’s sort of sad because I was looking forward to some more lectures with my engineering drawing professor (for whom, by the way, I have the weirdest mix of despise and respect) and I really loved my maths professor. Ugh. I’m not sure about the new one, heard lots of mixed opinions about him, but apparently if you do well in his class you can basically solve any calculus problem in the textbook. Which sounds good and maybe I shouldn’t freak out so much as maths is one of my favourite subjects. Still, much easier to say calm down you idiot everything’s going to be just fine than actually do it.
The shit I’ve heard about my English professor though… Since I have one language requirement (150hrs) for the entire duration of my undergrad course and we basically don’t have a choice as we’re thrown into the same class we took at the matura exam, I thought it’ll be just fine with English—I won’t have to try too hard to get a good grade and I’ll even learn something new in the process. Well, turns out I was so wrong. Like, this is a man that haven’t graded anyone an A in years. Hahah. Can’t fucking wait. And I mean it. Challenge accepted.
I start classes at 8:15am every single day. Which means I will definitely need to sort my fucked up sleeping schedule out so that I can somehow function, and saying that it won’t be easy would be a huge understatement. Also, the so called ‘uneven weeks’ (many labs are only every two weeks: there are ones taking place on ‘even weeks’ and ‘uneven weeks’) are going to be the worst.
So, tomorrow I start with PE and I hate PE and oh god it’s going to be so bad I hate PE I hate PE I haven’t worked out in like 10 months AAAAAAAAHHHHHH. Oh, and on Mondays we start with Calc II lecture and it’s not even at 8:15 but at 8. Just want to laugh maniacally tbh. Can’t you people understand that no matter where I am at 8am: in lecture hall, in class, in my bed, I ASSURE YOU IN MY HEAD I’M STILL ASLEEP.
Have I mentioned that at the end of this hell of a semester I have four super difficult finals (Maths II/Calc II, Circuit Theory II, Electronics, Fluid Mechanics). Yeah, come at me, why not.
Good thing I actually care about this course, because otherwise I have no idea how I would manage. Oh, and my groups are so much better than before, much more awesome people this time.
