KM 3A

Today, I’m here to talk about my first day here at Baruch. Waking up in the morning and commuting to school has been my life thus far. Walking to a large building for class has been the same too. But what I like the best about Baruch is the change of scenery. Instead of going to the same building everyday there’s a change of building now. When I first walked into the History room I was amazed at how nice the chairs were. Instead of high school desks these chairs are definitively tens time as comfortable. History class in general is the same. However when we moved on to Math class everything changed. I never had a teacher that talked so fast in my life. The good thing is that she knows she talks like a motor so I gave some props to her. Psychology lecture in my opinion is the best. Not only is it nowhere near the same as High School it’s also in an entirely different setting. The Lecture Hall itself is pretty awesome. In a class of 400 plus its pretty mind-blowing how the professor is able to keep most of the people awake. Freshman Seminar class is also pretty awesome. I think of it as a place where everyone can share their opinions and find out some interesting information such as a ten year professor. The worse class ever is English. I’m sure I’m not the only who thinks this way. On the first day of class I thought he was pretty decent. He gave us his criteria and what he expects from us. He even told us what we were gonna do and what we will read. Even though the class is a writing class he told us that it would be reading heavy. That day ended pretty well. The next time we met however things got kinda out of hand. Evey time we answered a question of his, he shot us down. Even if the answer is 100% correct he would say something along the lines of. “Not quite what I’m looking for.” This really frustrates me because most of us know the answer and what we give out is definitely correct. Even if we reword our answer he still refuses to accept it. Eventually I gave up on answering his question. But there’s always time where he would call on me. I would give an answer knowing that he would disagree with it. So far I’ve been wrong every time. He would even argue on a topic in which he has no idea about such as Quantum Physics. This is the most entertaining part of class. Where he’s forced to accept that he’s not all knowing.