Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Spring 2013, otherwise known as the semester without a show

This semester I studied human trafficking, advanced corrections, communities and crime, and psychological explanations of crime.

That’s a fancy way of saying three seminars and a first-year course.

Human trafficking was interesting because the whole class focused on misinformation and the lack of human trafficking and what that actually means. But mostly it focused on the prof’s dissertation.

My corrections class was unfortunate. Despite the interesting subject, the prof was such a newb. He’s the only prof I’ve ever had who’s given our papers back immediately before professor evaluations. Also, next person who says group project is getting punched in the face.

Communities and crime. In case you’re wondering what this class is about, so am I. The end.

My last class, a Psych-Crim hybrid, was fantastically easy. Bring on the PowerPoint notes! I wrote the paper in a day, the final in an hour, and then officially became a Crim major. And it only took four years!

Monday, May 13, 2013

Five by Five

1) I hate it when people post pictures of their new tattoos on Facebook and it takes me a minute to realize that that’s not their arm I’m staring at…

2) On my paper, the prof wrote that it was “beautifully written, and a pleasure to read.” And that it was short and underdeveloped, but hey, beautifully written and a pleasure to read!

3) At the skytrain platform: “So, didja hear about those stabbings on the skytrain?”

No, strange man, I had not. Excuse me as I back away slowly.

4) At my very last exam, I wore a pretty summer dress, anticipating the relief of the end of school. I finished the exam, prof wished me a happy summer, then I skipped out of the classroom only to discover that it was snowing outside. Snowing! SNOWING!

5) Today, I sang Les Mis like a boss. That’s right. Like a boss.