One woman’s attempt to revisit the math that plagued her in school. But can determination make up for 25 years of math neglect?
The professor was late again, though only by five minutes or so. But even five minutes irritated me, since I got to class early and had not brought something to occupy my time other than grid paper, and there are only so many little squares you can fill in before it gets tiring.
But my irritation really stemmed from the fact that it seems unprofessional. And, considering his comments last week, I get the feeling professionalism is not high on his list of priorities, which makes me cagey.
There’s some good news, though. First, this course has a lot of material I’m already familiar with, so it’s a good way to really review and make sure my knowledge is solid. Second, once the Brofessor finally got to work, he knows his stuff. He’s also interested in making sure students understand why things work the way they do, which is good.
I worry that his way of explaining the way things work is a bit wooly, but I’m hoping that this is when my reporter training will kick in, and I will feel comfortable asking him to explain himself.
There are a few brodudes in class, but fortunately Jersey Shore boy is gone. I hope he won’t be back.
There is also a young woman — she may be deaf, I’m not sure — who has two aides with her. The aides take turns recording everything the Brofessor says, and she reads it on a computer screen. It’s an interesting way to deal with not being able to hear the lecture.
But I wonder how much she will get out of the class. What about questions? Will the aides ask for her? I’ll be interested to see how it works out.
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