first week shenanigans

The first week of classes is always interesting. Meeting new teachers, mastering a new schedule, checking out the new hot coeds in the back row. There's the classes that you know as soon as you walk in the room you are going to drop, and try to sneak out without even taking a syllabus. And then there are the classes you get stuck in.

My medieval teacher handed out an Anglo-Saxon riddle and asked the class to read it and try and solve it. First thing he did. I read the poem through, twice, three times, then look nervously around the room wondering if anyone else has gotten that this is DEFINITELY about a penis or if I just have a dirty mind. Neanderthal (as Mr. Medieval will henceforth be referred to) spends the rest of the class discussing the phallic imagery as the penis becomes erect and unerect. CREEPY.

Onto Quantitative Analysis in Political Science. All group projects (aka DROP IMMEDIATELY) but the interesting thing lies in the professor, as I am still wondering if he has a terrible Eastern European accent or a lisp. Group projects + uncomprehendable teacher = not for Molly.

Now, if Neanderthal will cease lecturing to solely me for uncomfortable periods of time and the University of the Tundra will get a bubble over it with heating as well as develop a system of communication between departments (email, people, email) I may not have meltdowns this semester over the impossibility of this school to function in a manner acceptable to Molly. Not holding my breath.