Wilson is back

It is wise not to schedule all of one's university classes on just two days of the week. All 18 hours. With two night classes. School from eight in the morning to ten at night.

That is precisely what I did not do this semester.

I am sane again.

I suppose that is a positive thing.

This morning I arose about 8:45. I had intended to wake up at 7:30, but God and my subconscious (which turned off my alarm without me) conspired against that inclination. This was good. It meant that I had almost nine hours of sleep last night, and was still up in plenty of time for my first class, which began at 9:30.

My first class on Tuesdays and Thursdays is Business Research Methods, which replaces the calculus as a requirement of most business majors. The course is taught by Dr. Castro, who is not the most organized or understandable teacher in the world. There are eleven students. All are male. An alarming number seem to be from the "societies" (read: "ostensibly dry fraternities") or from their spiritual cousin, a dorm floor called Club. I expect the course to be highly annoying, but possibly not as obnoxious as my last Castro class. (I took Macroeconomics with a Dr. Castro: ironic.)

Dr. Castro is, however, a good source for amusing quotes (best reproduced with a thick Spanish accent). Today he interrupted himself in mid-thought. "There's no girls here," he said, looking around in suprise. "What's going on here?" Then he chuckled. "We can bash these girls today!"

The other good quotes of the day came from Mr. Payton, my speech professor. As all good teachers do in Intro courses, he professed great passion for the subject he was teaching. "Being biased helps me come to school every day," he explained. He also urged his students to try to make the course interesting. "Even if it's just digging ditches -- which I've only done a couple of times, and it's a real drag, which is why I'm teaching -- there is a way to make everything fun."

Mr. Payton's class came at 1:30. Between Business Statistics and Speech Intro, I attended Principles of Management. I am already ecstatic. Finally, a business course that does not require group projects! And this is a management course, no less. The instructor said that she hated group presentations in school and still hates grading them. If only this enlightenment would fill the entire school of business and free all students from the tyranny of the utopian fantasies of their misguided...I'm being a bit harsh, I suppose.

I had three classes today. I will have only two classes tomorrow. The rest of the week follows a similar pattern, excepting Thursdays, which also include a three-hour block night course. I suppose this autumn has lowered my standards, but this semester will be lovely.