memory lane
June noted on her blog that TCU students could check out their unofficial transcripts online.
After jumping through some hoops I finally logged on and saw my transcript. Reading through my courses for each semester jogged a lot of memories. I remembered the strange professor who wore thin vintage shirts and mumbled his way through the psychology course. I sat in the first row and hardly heard anything he said. There was the semester when I decided to quit the yucky major that ruined my GPA as well as my love of writing. A few classmates looked envious when I told them of my plan to escape. I became a Communication student and all was right in the world. The love of writing is slowly creeping back.
There was the history class that kicked my butt, though I still managed to come out with an A. I remember that the final was on a Friday. On Thursday night some friends and I danced the night away at Billy Bob's, then dined on greasy fare at Ol' South, and then I studied for the final from 3 to 7am. Those were the days.
And I'll never forget my first class of college - Understanding the Bible. The prof was way elderly. I heard that he was a professor at TCU when the Dean of the department was a student. He sometimes forgot his dentures. Every battle was described like a football game. And there was the time he said the word "orgy" about five or six times, and it was all I could do not to laugh. Exams were called "Friendly Quizzes" and he always wore a red tie on "Friendly Quiz" day. He was such a cool guy.
I've been out of school for nearly four years now. Where has the time gone?
June noted on her blog that TCU students could check out their unofficial transcripts online.
After jumping through some hoops I finally logged on and saw my transcript. Reading through my courses for each semester jogged a lot of memories. I remembered the strange professor who wore thin vintage shirts and mumbled his way through the psychology course. I sat in the first row and hardly heard anything he said. There was the semester when I decided to quit the yucky major that ruined my GPA as well as my love of writing. A few classmates looked envious when I told them of my plan to escape. I became a Communication student and all was right in the world. The love of writing is slowly creeping back.
There was the history class that kicked my butt, though I still managed to come out with an A. I remember that the final was on a Friday. On Thursday night some friends and I danced the night away at Billy Bob's, then dined on greasy fare at Ol' South, and then I studied for the final from 3 to 7am. Those were the days.
And I'll never forget my first class of college - Understanding the Bible. The prof was way elderly. I heard that he was a professor at TCU when the Dean of the department was a student. He sometimes forgot his dentures. Every battle was described like a football game. And there was the time he said the word "orgy" about five or six times, and it was all I could do not to laugh. Exams were called "Friendly Quizzes" and he always wore a red tie on "Friendly Quiz" day. He was such a cool guy.
I've been out of school for nearly four years now. Where has the time gone?
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