Three weeks into school and I feel I have felt out my classes well enough to give a repot on them.
Every time I wake up to go to my 7am drafting class I want to die. This means I usually am late so I drive to class and park illegally. This is okay though because I'm fairly certain BYU parking people don't even go to work until 8.
I'm fairly certain my woods teacher's father's is named Geppeto. The man communes with, breathes, and probably eats wood. In class he uses a 2x4 as a pointer. When he demonstrates how to turn a vase from wood he makes it look like he's carving from a block of cheese. I like him immensely.
My adolescent development class lets me analyze my five siblings that are teenagers. They are like poster children for teenage symptoms. It's fun to tell them the names of behavior they are exhibiting.
In my dad's class I am the only girl, and the only non industrial design major. Also I am the professor's daughter. They are all very nice to me.
History of interiors and architecture is fascinating. I feel this class will end up like French and Italian cinema in the sense that some day I will be in a situation where the knowledge I learn will make me look like a cultured genius.
So far so good.
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History of interiors and architecture were my favorite classes! Which one are you taking? The "modern" one or the other one. Who is your teacher? Is it Brother Taylor? He's an interesting guy.
Those classes sound like so much fun!
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