Ah yes, summer school. The classes that we take for various reasons; whether to get through college faster, improve a previous class grade, or keep from working every single hour of every day.
My reasons are a little bit of all the above mentioned {to be honest}. I had taken an Intro to Sociology class when I first moved to Oklahoma and didn't receive a very notable grade {made it out with a C}. Turns out that that class is the only one on my program application that was a low grade and the director encouraged me to retake the course to bring the grade up, so I signed up for it to take this summer.
Now just for a little bit of background, the first class I took the professor told us on the first day that he had suffered from some medical malpractice that caused some neurological damage and that he would be heavily medicated some days. Great start, right? So we did not get very far in the class without multiple distractions and deviations from topic by the professor. We were asked to perform and take part in different sociological projects that usually involved some highly questionable behaviors on our parts in public. I had some issues with the class, projects, and the professor that unfortunately garnered his attention {and not in a good way}. By the end of the term, he was trying to fail me {I managed a last minute extra credit paper} and I was somehow unable to fill out my evaluation of the professor {I was the only one who seemed to have this issue}.
So needless to say I was not too keen to retake this particular class {I actually waited until the last minute to even register for it}.
I have been in this second sociology class for two weeks now and I am having the same feelings towards it as before, honesty. I seem have bad luck because this professor is recovering from a stroke that has left him slow to finish sentences and string together thoughts. We had to write a paper but he failed to tell us what he wanted out of the paper and left most of the class at a loss as to how to write it much less what to write about. I decided to write about my divorce {thinking that it would be relatively simple since I experienced it first hand}. As I was writing it I started to realize that if I had been able to separate myself from the emotions of being in love and all that warm mushy stuff, then I probably would not have married in the first place. It was a very hard thing for me to go through looking at my relationship like a scientist under a microscope and write about how we were doomed from the very beginning due to our differences. It was after writing that paper that I decided that I would do my best to get a better grade in this class but I would not put myself through any more unnecessary emotional stress in order to get an A.
This may sound silly or even childish but at the end of the day this class should be about learning and understanding why people do the things they do, not about how you screwed up your life and that you should feel ashamed for not helping people who don't want your help to begin with. Both teachers are following that same line of thought and teachings, "your way of thinking is wrong and you should be ashamed for thinking that way".
Luckily, since this is a summer class it will be over relatively quickly and then I get to focus on more important things like the program courses that are going to teach me the skills that I will need in my future career.
{Bleh, end rant}
