The best classes don’t fill a student’s head with contextless information, and they certainly don’t tell students what to think. The best classes teach students how to think.
MAT-125 is the first of two courses in my fourth term at SNHU. It was maddening. I screamed. I cursed. I considered ritual seppuku. It wasn’t hard, just infuriating.
Southern New Hampshire University has two honors distinctions that celebrate GPA throughout the year: the Dean’s List and the President’s List.
Posts in the Musings of a Middle-Aged College Student series have been pretty well structured, so I thought now would be a good time to throw down some random bits of knowledge or advice.
One class was fantastic, the other was… well, I’m just glad it’s over. I’m a Creative Writing major, so you can probably guess which is which.
I don’t lack for things to do, yet I have no desire to do any of them.
I don’t know whether to laugh or scream. Laugh? I guess? I mean, I know I shouldn’t take it seriously. Right? I shouldn’t. I mean, I’ve been stalking this idea of being a novelist for oh, twenty-five years, and I shouldn’t take a fortune cookie seriously.
And yet.
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