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Another glorious day of my Senior Year at Delaware Valley College has passed.

It irritates me the way my department is set-up; ideally, as a senior, you should have no food classes left to take.  ...But those were the only classes I looked forward to!  I think I even had one semester devoted almost entirely to food classes.  Now where am I?  In the midst of speeches, useless math, microbes and philosophical thinking!  I think I should continue on to graduate school for Food Engineering just so that I have a chance to use any of the physics and/or calculus that has taken so much of my sanity.  Most other seniors are being smothered by classes that are major-specific.  It makes a wanton student jealous.

The physics test today was... what I thought it would be and what I wasn't expecting.  I hate the first test in a class with a teacher I haven't had in the past.  I don't know anything about their testing style, their question lay-out, their generosity with partial credit (THANK YOU to whomever started that brilliant method of grading) and whether or not they put dick questions in there just to be a dick (why else put dick questions in there?).

The worst is when teachers get some sort of sick satisfaction out of making a test that 90% of the class fails.  Teachers are supposed to worldly and godly and 'be in it for the excitement of preparing future generations,' not to feel superior and unapproachable to a class room of hungover 19 and 20 year olds.

I don't think my physics professor is that kind of teacher though.  In fact, I think he has wet dream about physics.  He probably has a physics bible.  He probably knows his wife's weight/mass in grams, newtons and slugs.  He can probably instantly calculate in head how fast he can go around turn 'x' which has a radius of 'n' feet and is banked at 'c' degrees.  All these things taken into consideration, I believe that he is the kind of professor that genuinely wants his students to understand and be fascinated with physics to the extent that he is (it'll never happen).  He is also the kind of teacher that realizes that even though I may have converted a number that was already in Newtons into Newtons (stupidly) and that it took me half an hour to figure out the velocity in the x-direction that the stick figure had to throw his tiny basketball in order to get it into a hoop forty meters away and twenty meters below him doesn't mean that I don't know what I'm doing!!!!  It just means that I haven't done any of the homework and don't usually pay attention in class and didn't start studying until  the day before the test.  BUT... he doesn't know all that!!!  Wahahahaha.  

Hopefully I got an A... and haven't ruined my aspirations of being exempt from the final :/

Oh, and Zach asked me for help last night.  I told him to use the book.  His response, "I don't have the book."  I wish we had been face-to-face.  So that I could have laughed in his.