Damn, its finally over. In a strange way, it feels like this semester just started and has been going on for about ten years. My apartment probably wasn’t designed with the intent that it would double as a classroom for all of my eighteen credits, but here I am.
Do I wish things had been different? Yeah. A lot.
Would I change it if I could? Absolutely. (Anyone who says no to this for “the experience” or something corny like this is either lying to you or lying to themselves.)
Did I gain nothing? Hard no. In a weird way, this was almost my most informative semester. Obviously, I learned a great deal about Little Women, the basics of lit theory, Shakespeare, the history of the motion picture, writing fiction, and astronomy, but I also learned a great deal about dealing with bullshit. And god knows that this semester was filled with a lot of upsetting, disheartening, and angering moments. But I would also be lying to you and lying to myself if I said that I gained nothing from it.
I’ll spare the all of the corny “I found myself” nonsense that you’ve heard before because I’m sure that none of you want to read it. You know what I mean. I should also say that I have nothing but respect for the professors who went above and beyond to make this strange transition a little easier (thanks Dr. C.). If you “taught” my astronomy class and decided to make something as difficult as astronomy almost entirely asynchronous and composed wholly from TopHat and Packback with no recorded lectures, only a bundle of five minute videos and your own textbook that was only on TopHat and that I had to pay for in addition to already paying for the same TopHat subscription? Grrrrrrr…..
Anyways, this was a weird one but I hope that you all were able to get on as okay as I was. Good luck to all of you and maybe we’ll meet in person next year!