Our professor
introduced herself and, surprisingly, she disclosed her age. She’s not in her
twenties. She’s not even in her thirties. What I find alarming about this is
that I would perceive a “40 something”
to be so young. When your age perception has evolved into the total opposite of
what it used to be, you know that you’re, shall we say, maturing. I have come to believe that this distorted age perception
is actually a gift from God, to fool us into believing that we still look so
much younger than we really are.
Moving on- Professor
C distributed some paperwork, which included a “syllabus”. A what? When I was last in school, we had
notebooks, pens, and “assignments”. This “syllabus” is totally foreign to me. Really. Among other things, it contained our homework
assignments for the entire semester. Okay, that’s good, except that I
completely misinterpreted it, and spent 4 hours a night for the first 2 weeks
doing homework. All of this on one subject! (Thank God I had the wisdom to
start off slowly and only take one course). So I called my youngest son, a
college senior, to obtain his valued opinion. “Mom”, he said, “I am taking 4
courses this semester, and I don’t
spend that much time on homework”. (Did I mention that he’s an honor student?) I must be doing something wrong. I addressed
this in my next class, and after getting explanations from my professor & 2
fellow students, I finally got it. I was
doing three times as much work as was
required, per week.
The good news is that I was now 4 chapters ahead.
Yippee!
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