Goodbye, SUCO.

I've been waiting for this day the entire year: the day I take my last class at SUNY Oneonta.

Being homeschooled, it sounded like a good idea to take some college classes before wasting so much money going away to college and realizing I didn't like it. Plus, some conservatories let you in without SATs if you passed college COMP 100. So I took a few classes, then applied to dance schools. I got accepted to the University of the Arts back in November/December, and so then had the problem of what to do during the second semester of the 2010/2011 school year. I didn't need to take any other classes, but I would be so totally bored otherwise. So I took COMP 200 (yay for more essay-writing /sarcasm). I love writing--as any of you who know me even the slightest probably realize--but this class was pretty hard. Not that I didn't like it--I've decided I like harder classes much better than easy ones. Yeah, yeah, an easy A and all that stuff, but I don't like easy As. I'd rather get a B and feel like I learned something from the class.

So COMP 200. I'd have to take First Year Writing I and II at UArts anyway, and composition classes are one of the few things that will transfer. So to make a not so long story shorter, I took composition 200; the final was today.

We had to write an essay about a quote the professor gave us--we saw it for the first time today. (I actually like the quote: "We all are born originals. Why is it so many of us die copies?" by Edward Young--I think. I'll check if that's the exact quote when I get my essay back sometime this weekend.) I don't like writing essays in class because I worry I won't be able to write enough, or have enough to say. I've never written an essay in an hour and fifteen minutes before--blame the homeschooling; it's one of the only bad things about having my parents teach me--so I had no idea how I'd do. Go figure, I had more than enough to say, wrote for an hour and fifteen minutes (pretty much nonstop, except to every once in a while do a bit of planning), and it was actually the best final I've done (this makes my fourth). I should have known I'd kind of enjoy writing for a final exam.

So now the day I've been waiting for all year has arrived (well, okay, the second day I've been waiting for. Number one is the day I go to UArts), and it doesn't feel the way I thought it would. It doesn't feel like any other day when I have COMP 200. It doesn't feel like I'm done and I'll never take class at SUCO again. I suppose over the summer it will start sinking in. UArts will start sending more stuff--like room and roommate info, class schedule, I'll have to buy that Mac they keep telling us we need, get things together like books and dance stuff, eventually pack...

Maybe by then it will sink in that I'm really done with SUCO and I'm going to UArts next year.

Rate My Professor

I don't really use the site ratemyprofessor.com. The comments are usually absurd, and the teachers that everyone likes I end up disliking. The teachers everyone hates I love. Still, I check the site just to see what others are saying about my professors, or professors who I might take classes from next year. I don't care about their opinions, but sometimes the comments are ironically funny.

When I go to the University of the Arts next year, I won't have to take their First Year Writing I and II classes, because I've already taken SUNY Oneonta's Comp. 100 and 200. SUNY Oneonta students all complained bitterly about my comp. 100 professor, and not too many more like my comp. 200 teacher, though I enjoy(ed) them both. So--being bored--I decided to take a look at the comments for the UArts writing teachers. Some teachers were loved, others hated. One student hated a professor so much he said:

"I've never been told more how horrible my writing was until I took this class. He corrects you on the most ridiculous things"

Ridiculous things such as "more how horrible"? Now, all right, "more how horrible" could be a typo, but it's a hilarious typo if it is. And you wonder why the professor corrected your writing if you says stuff like "more how horrible."

Another person said:

 "i would only take him if you had too."

 "Too"? Really? Basic stuff here, people. Basic stuff.