Ah, Kingsborough, How I Hate Thee and Love Thee in the Same Breath…

Well, the last two days have been interesting.

I had my HPE (health and physical education) class yesterday. It’s once a week, at three hours a sitting.

But who cares, you ask. What happened?

I ended up in the wrong health class—again.

I wouldn’t have gone to a counselor,m but I promised my friend Scott (who works in the student center) that I would go to an adviser and what not.

Big mistake.

Long story short, last semester they put me in COH 12 instead of HPE 12.

They did it again. I didn;’t realize it, and I even asked the fucking lady TWICE if it was the class I needed.

She said yes.

It wasn’t.

I get to the supposed class, and I am talking to some of the people there, and they’re like, this is an elective.

I turn cold.

This isn’t the required Health class??!??

These chicks in the back laughed as the lady next tome told me it was community health.

Son of a bitch, I’m screwed…

Asd I ran out of the room and downstairs…luckily it was still early, and I happened to be in the same building as my friend Scott, so he and his boss helped me get the right class. Luckily (again!) the replacement class was at the exact same time and day.

**whew**

I was ecstatic. I got the printout of my new schedule, and ran off to class.

I’ll tell more later…I am on the phone, and I have my math class in like a half hour….plus I got some cool new yarn I started knitting with that I want to finish starting out

It’s gorgeous; I’ll try and take a picture either during or after the scarf is done

School sucks. Fuckitty Fuck Fuck KCC…

My school is already starting some stupid shit.

My first professor of the day (as I’ve only had one class so far) is a sexist asshole, they registered the class to a room that didn’t exist, and the vlass was boring (Urban Politics).

The professor would ask a question, call on mostly guys, and then ask them their name. If he called on a female, he would brush their answers aside and move on (the guys points, even if he didn’t agree with them, he acknowledged).

So, being me, I would just call out answers (CORRECT answers, even). The one time I bothered to raise my hand and he picked me, I said something, which he said he didn’t agree with.

Fine.

BUT, he then proceeds to reiterate what I said (with a bonus flurry of erudited words, to boot).

I was pissed.

I burst out, “That is exactly what I said!”

“Oh…are you angry?”

The fucking nerve of this creep.

So I reply, do you want me to be (raised brow and all)?

“No…but I got a little nervous there *mumble*”

Fucker.

I’m so dropping that class.

Then, I go to Finacial Aid to inquire about book vouchers. They said they were mailing me a check tomorrow.

What good will that do me right now??

What the fuck??!? THEY KNEW TODAY WAS THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.

They could have very well mailed out the fucking book money last fucking week.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Don’t you just love that word?

I’ll probably write more about the rest of my classes later; I have another hr & 1/2 break after my next two classes coming up at 1:30pm.