My First Week of Classes

Well, I survived my first week of classes.  Although it really wasn't a week.  I only have classes on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.  Monday's class was exceedingly boring.  150 of us poor students sat captive in a large lecture hall on uncomfortable chairs and listened as the teacher talked.  For an hour and 45 minutes.  Although I guess I shouldn't complain too much.  We did get a 10 minute break in middle.  But somehow three (or four) hour Physics and Chemistry labs seem to go by much faster.  I'm not regretting my decision to study sciences.  I find them far more stimulating than hearing a professor spend almost 100 minutes explaining the Quantitative Research involves numbers, and Qualitative Research has to do with personal interviews.

But on the plus side, this is also a good learning experience, and a great way to learn about other cultures since my fellow students come from all over the world.

Tuesday's lecture (New Media Production) was a bit of a surprise.  I was hoping the class was more about writing things like journal articles etc.  But I found out it's actually more about video editing.  Yikes!  I don't know anything about video editing!  And it doesn't really interest me either.  I'd much rather write the script.  So this class could be... interesting?  Maybe dreadful?

Wednesday I had tutorials for both of my classes.  Those were much more hands-on, and much more interesting.  For Qualitative Methods of Research... (I can't even remember the full name of the class) my partner for a journal article presentation is from Italy.  I love Italian accents, and how they talk with their hands so much.  My other favourite accents are Scottish and British.  After the tutorial was over my journal article presentation partner and I found out our bikes were parked beside each other, and so we chatted a bit more, and then I was invited to join him and his friends for a cup of coffee.  Only I didn't drink coffee.  Half a cup of Canadian coffee is enough to keep me bouncing off walls until 2:00 in the morning.  One sip of Dutch coffee would probably keep me wired for days!  Their mugs aren't much bigger than shot glasses, and I can see why!

Anyways, after that long string of complaints about my classes, here is a smiling picture of me at my new university!