If you come to my face and ask me if i enjoy (RIFQI SAYS HI. SO DOES NIKKKITA that's nikita with a triple k.) engineering vector calculus, i'll go off onto a tangent and find some kind of disconnected way of telling you that i hate it and that it's raping me in bum. But in the back of my mind, buried so deep that this is one of the few times that i'll actually come straight out and admit it, i know that it genuinely interests me. Vectors are just so freaking cool.
This is where i juxtapose classics and vectors.
Classics is all about wars and Greece and Rome and death and those crazy smart kings and leaders who seized power by outcasting their enemies and eventually having them killed and stuff all in the middle of huge interoceanic wars and the Persians disturbing the shit everywhere. Yeah. It sounds pretty darn cool because in your head you're remembering that scene from 300 where the deezed guy with airbrushed abs runs through some scrawny little dude with a wicker shield (honestly? wicker shields? i don't even trust my chairs to be made out of the stuff, why would you... nevermind) with his huge hundred-pound spear and there's blood flying everywhere and there's testosterone in your eyeballs and the whole thing is really freaking cool. I know because that's exactly what i was thinking when Taylor suggested that we take the course; "Yeah man, Classics? People killing each other and sacrificing virgins to their multiple gods? Sounds interesting" but somehow i manage to lose my enthusiasm in the actual course. It gets diluted so much that i would much rather be in vectors class learning how to turn cartesian into polar. Which by the way i still can't do after having studied the topic in about 5 different courses over the years... it's not that hard jubs.
I think what i want from the course is just all of the really cool details. I just want the prof to stand at the front of the lecture hall and show us pictures and stories of manly men that i can tell myself in my head i can beat up even though they probably would have weighed about three of me and could have taken on about three of me at the same time anyways. I wanted to hear more stories like Oedipus Rex gauging out his own eyes because he slept with his own mother cause he didn't know any better... what an idiot. What i don't want is what i'm getting which is the dry analysis of why every single detail. When learning about the Persian invasion, i'll be honest, i don't care what the bowls they used to wash their clothes were made out of, or what size the blocks of salt used to preserve meat were made out of (who would -_-''). People were fighting for their lives and we're talking about bowls and salt. Focus people, focus.
I remember back in grade 10 when i was studying the world wars, my teacher made it so damn interesting for us. He explained to us military tactics, gun models, carpet bombing accuracy and death statistics, all without numbing the class to the amount of human life which was actually lost during the time and impressing upon us the shittiness of war. That was a good history class.
I really hope my professor somehow stumbles upon this blog and takes the hint.
And i'm really glad i wasn't around during the Persian invasion. I learned that much.
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