Welcome to 32nd and Chestnut...
This is the blog for 75 or so Drexel students, most of whom are new to college and new to Drexel.
We'll document the strangeness of college life, try to translate our experience for diverse readers, and chronicle what it means to be a college student during these crazy days of economic turmoil and political battle.
That's it for now; I have to go an play Spore.
We'll document the strangeness of college life, try to translate our experience for diverse readers, and chronicle what it means to be a college student during these crazy days of economic turmoil and political battle.
That's it for now; I have to go an play Spore.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
English
I have to admit that I'm not a big fan of writing classes. In regular English classes, I've always preferred reading and then being tested on it. It takes me a long time to think of anything to say when I have to write a paper, and even then it almost always ends up being too short. Also, I hate class discussions. I know that they're about half the point English, but I just don't like them. For every deep, energetic discussion that I've seen, I've seen about five where the teacher spent the entire period trying to lead the class to some point that nobody else understood, so everyone just kept raising their hands and guessing at what they were expected to say. This class I don't really mind, because at least everything we've had to do was pretty free-form so we didn't have to try to force everything we wanted to say into essay format, with a thesis statement and an introduction and conclusion and all that.
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