Come join me for a very special edition of If I Could Blog Back Time Thursdays! We'll be taking time out to share some memories. We'll Blog Back Time with possible ways to right past wrongs or about how times have changed. We'll share childhood memories, school/work memories, family and friend memories.Today's topic is: College Days
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I studied Accounting in college. I know…you’re shocked aren’t you? I mean, my logical, analytical brain and all, who would have thunk it? First Semester I had English 1st period, Economics 2nd period and Business Law 3rd period, then lunch, then Accounting, etc.
It was hell getting to school for first period, even though school was less than 3 miles from my house. I was nearly always late, if I made it in at all. The instructor was always nice enough to announce my arrival, even though quite often I wasn’t the last student to arrive. I was often made an example of...why, I have no idea. (Perhaps big girls are easy targets?) I worked full time while attending school full time. Sue me for trying to pay for my own education (with no student loans) and occasionally go out for a beer…or five after work. I worked until 10pm and if someone called in sick, I took the overtime. Toward the end of the semester he threatened to discharge me from class due to poor attendance. I got excellent grades, he was just peeved that I couldn’t be there on time and attend every class. The nerve of him!
Business Law was a snooze. Literally. To me, it was all common sense. I don’t even know why I bothered buying the book, I never cracked it open to read it. Class time was my time to catch a nap. Every 3rd period you could find me seated at the table, arms crossed on top of my Business Law book, head down, sleeping. There was one student, an older lady (probably the same age I am now, how ironic?) who would ask multiple questions every class period. Lectures were pretty straight-forward, a case would be reviewed and the class would discuss possible outcomes. This student just would not let the facts of the case stand. I called her the ‘What If Queen'. Each lecture would be peppered with her ‘what if’ questions and she just would not stop with them. It was annoying as hell. What if this happened instead of that? It didn’t. Let the instructor continue, k? What if the law was different? It’s not! The law is the law! Every once in awhile I would get caught snoring. Not too loudly, just enough that it was noticeable. The instructor would loudly say, Ms. Lola, what do you think about xyz? I’d casually use my sleeve to wipe any drool from my mouth (as if I accidentally brushed my mouth across the sleeve) before lifting my head and I would answer him, correctly...every time. After the final exam he congratulated me in front of the class for obviously learning through osmosis and attaining a grade of “A”.
My point of this story isn't to try to sound superior, it was how I always seemed to be picked on, even though I was more than doing a good job and was not being disruptive (hello 'What If Queen'!). (My snoring was barely audible...back then. Honest!)
What is it with people like that? Why is it necessary that they always must know 'what if'? Is it because they crave attention, or they just really don't know? (Read, 'they are possibly just stupid?) And the answers to the questions were just soooo obvious.
Did you have anyone back in your college days who really got on your nerves? (Perhaps it was me with my sleeping through Business Law and still getting an 'A'?) Maybe it was your college roommate for getting all those dates. Or a friend who spent an incredible amount of time, seemingly studying, but not getting the grades, and avoiding social activities. Or maybe they didn't study much at all and got excellent grades, while you had to work at it so hard? Or maybe, like me, you had to pay for college on your own and it was a struggle to do it all?
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It was hell getting to school for first period, even though school was less than 3 miles from my house. I was nearly always late, if I made it in at all. The instructor was always nice enough to announce my arrival, even though quite often I wasn’t the last student to arrive. I was often made an example of...why, I have no idea. (Perhaps big girls are easy targets?) I worked full time while attending school full time. Sue me for trying to pay for my own education (with no student loans) and occasionally go out for a beer…or five after work. I worked until 10pm and if someone called in sick, I took the overtime. Toward the end of the semester he threatened to discharge me from class due to poor attendance. I got excellent grades, he was just peeved that I couldn’t be there on time and attend every class. The nerve of him!
Business Law was a snooze. Literally. To me, it was all common sense. I don’t even know why I bothered buying the book, I never cracked it open to read it. Class time was my time to catch a nap. Every 3rd period you could find me seated at the table, arms crossed on top of my Business Law book, head down, sleeping. There was one student, an older lady (probably the same age I am now, how ironic?) who would ask multiple questions every class period. Lectures were pretty straight-forward, a case would be reviewed and the class would discuss possible outcomes. This student just would not let the facts of the case stand. I called her the ‘What If Queen'. Each lecture would be peppered with her ‘what if’ questions and she just would not stop with them. It was annoying as hell. What if this happened instead of that? It didn’t. Let the instructor continue, k? What if the law was different? It’s not! The law is the law! Every once in awhile I would get caught snoring. Not too loudly, just enough that it was noticeable. The instructor would loudly say, Ms. Lola, what do you think about xyz? I’d casually use my sleeve to wipe any drool from my mouth (as if I accidentally brushed my mouth across the sleeve) before lifting my head and I would answer him, correctly...every time. After the final exam he congratulated me in front of the class for obviously learning through osmosis and attaining a grade of “A”.
My point of this story isn't to try to sound superior, it was how I always seemed to be picked on, even though I was more than doing a good job and was not being disruptive (hello 'What If Queen'!). (My snoring was barely audible...back then. Honest!)
What is it with people like that? Why is it necessary that they always must know 'what if'? Is it because they crave attention, or they just really don't know? (Read, 'they are possibly just stupid?) And the answers to the questions were just soooo obvious.
Did you have anyone back in your college days who really got on your nerves? (Perhaps it was me with my sleeping through Business Law and still getting an 'A'?) Maybe it was your college roommate for getting all those dates. Or a friend who spent an incredible amount of time, seemingly studying, but not getting the grades, and avoiding social activities. Or maybe they didn't study much at all and got excellent grades, while you had to work at it so hard? Or maybe, like me, you had to pay for college on your own and it was a struggle to do it all?
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5 comments:
HA! I love the image of you waking up to answer each question correctly, while Queen What If sputters incoherently.
I don't remember having any particularly annoying classmates in college. But then I was stoned most of the time.
I wasn't ever really picked on, but I didn't answer many questions correctly, either.
All of my college days were as an adult. I went a little crazy post HS and became a hairdresser (talk about a job that sucks the life out of you). By the time I got to college, peeps from my corporate job were in my class (Tuition reimbursement y'all!). The the worst thing I encoountered was some dude from my company that lied about his title. He introduced himself to the class as a VP at the bank we worked,but I knew better. From that point forward, he avoided eye contact in the hallways at work. He was a douchebag.
I always learned in my psychology classes, One could learn multitudes while they are sleeping,Whence play tape of Psyc book wile seeping,my pass time, You just proved their thesis,lol
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We called What If Queens in law school "gunners" because they were always jumping the gun with their hands raised all class long.
I'm not surprised you studied accounting. I'm surprised you had periods. My college just had classes at random times. No periods. No bells. You still got in trouble if you were late, but it wasn't like high school where you bounced from one to the next, unless you scheduled it that way.
Like Staci I had the experience of many "gunners" during law school. There were so many people that seemed to have the need to examine every little nuance that could possibly be read into the question. Once these people asked a question, I tuned out until the prof started talking again. Otherwise I would get completely confused and thoroughly annoyed.
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