Teachers that can't speak English

I love walking into class that first day of the semester, sitting down in a cramped seat and waiting for your teacher to walk in. All you know about your professor as of now s that his last name sounds Russian and he gives out almost all B's and C's. That's if you've done your research of course. As you sit there waiting impatiently, the chatter and slamming of armrest begins to grow. Suddenly the loud door to the right of the auditorium clicks open and in walk what appears to be Jaws from James Bond The Spy Who Loved Me. As I wait for him to flash his steel teeth at me I begin to pack my bags a in preparation of leaving. The six foot seven monster was highly intimidating. I was worried this russian beast was going to just eat the little kids in front and leave. Luckily for them he whipped out a little notepad like a nine year old girl and began scribbling down some little notes. He then preceded to pull a pack of Dollar General stickers that included an array of green smiley faces, sparkly thumb's up, and the classic golden stars. My perspective on the supposed beast quickly subsided. Unfortunately all of my worries still weren't gone. The friendly giant still had yet to talk and my ears feared that when those first words parted his mouth that I would need one of those little translators from the Olympics every time I came to class. The Russian hiked up his jeans, tucked in his plain black shirt and patted down his thin brown hair before starting his lecture. He turned to the class gave a quick nod and said "Thhus Reedy uh bee geen?" Which to this day I still must assume to be "Who's ready to begin?" For the remainder of the class I stared blankly at the friendly giant trying to decipher the language that came from his mouth. I, along with my friends soon gave up trying and rapidly pulled out our laptops and began Stumbling. It's almost as if my parents can't blame me when I let them know I didn't do so well on a test. If you want me to pay attention in class or at least undertand anything that we are talking about I first have to know what the hell my teacher is saying. If you have ever experienced a similar situation to mine it's extremely miserable. I've experienced roughly three teachers this year that have struggle to speak a full sentence of correct English grammer. I know I'm not perfect grammatically but if I'm going to pay to attend this University I at least expect the school to hire professors that can speak English. Is it seriously not a requirement? Do they not talk to these professors during the interview or is it just all written on paper with occasional nods of agreement and understanding. Maybe I'm being overly critical but this is one thing that really pisses me off.

Someone else

The Justin Bieber Dream

Many people question how I can be in love with a piece of cardboard. Though
I am alarmed by his shadow every time I turn around, the life-size Flat
Justin is the closest thing I can get to the real deal. Well, at least for
now. I always wonder what it’s going to be like when I meet him. I picture
myself being calm and collective, acting like it’s no big deal. I’ll give
Justin a “Hey nice to meet you” handshake, and I’ll move on my way. In the
long run, I actually only want to be friends with him, unlike those
immature fans on TV who seem to experience a sever case of waterworks,
running both down the cheek and down the leg. Well I’ll have to admit, he’s
got the perfect hair, perfect bod, and what-do-ya-know he is in fact taller
than me (well at least his life-size cut out is). Ok I confess, I’m
obsessed. I am not even discouraged by his Disney Channel girlfriend; I
want to want to be his Baby. But really, I am determined that Justin Bieber
and I are soul mates (just don’t tell my boyfriend).

What If?

At the present moment we are all freshman in college. Growing up this is where we dreamed of going to school, we cheered for the heels we worked hard in school to become a heel and now we are here. It seems that my entire life I've been working to get to this place and now that I'm here I wonder if I was rushing through the younger years of my life in heavy anticipation of the ultimate moment. I've been contemplating this thought for some time now and it bothers me to think that I went through life with one thing on my mind. Now that I'm in college life feels so much more real. I have to make new goals, I have to excel in school so that I can eventually get a job. It's kind of sad that my childhood days are gone, I wish that I could do it all over again. Now that I'm out of high school I will never play soccer again competitively. It's odd to think of the the fact that something that dominated every afternoon of my life has been completely removed. I always think back to the days when all you had to do was go to elementary school for six hours, go to practice, eat a nice meal, shower, and go to bed. If only it were that easy still. Now I never have time to sit down and do something that I would like to do. It's always constant movement and alternating states of stress with my mind constantly worrying about the future and how I'm going to accomplish certain task and goals. I always look at my younger siblings who are nine and twelve and get jealous of their lives. They always seem to be doing the opposite as they admire my life for how mature I'm and the supposed liberties that I have been granted. However, I would do almost anything to go back in time to when I had no real responsibilities. A life where I could create my own fun with all the time in the World to do it in. Only this time I'd completely disregard any pressures or worries about my future life. Not to say that I would quit school and lay around the house all day, but I would take full advantage of the freedom and simplicity of being a child. It may seem odd that I'm writing about this now given how exciting of a time my life is, but I can't help but wish it could somehow start all over again. Think about it, if you had the opportunity to go back in time would you do it. Even if you have to go through all the previous pains and stress of being a child. I know I would.

Spring Break

I thought I could hold off for another four days but it has finally hit me...I'm ready to get out of Chapel Hill right now. Christmas break ended only a month ago but it seems like it has been a whole year. I know we have all dealt with spring fever and the urge to get out of Chapel Hill sometimes, but this week I've been extraordinarily desperate to leave. I've tried to commit myself to working extra hard this week so that I can feel great during spring break about how I finished the week. Unfortunately these past two nights I have failed over and over again to get any work done. With a test approaching on thursday in Econ 410 and our final feeder due Friday it's gonna be a tough week. Not that I'm complaining about being at Carolina, but there is a part of me that wants to just dismiss this week and go on spring break already. You might say I'm acting like a high school student but I don't care, Spring Break is one of my favorite breaks all year and I don't tink this one will be any different. Luckily this year I'm privileged enough to be going to The Bahamas. Weather.com says I'll be sitting in a warm eighty degrees all week and I couldn't  be more pleased. I can't wait to get off the plane after a short connecting flight through Miami and just fall onto the white sand completely exhausted like Leonardo D. in The Beach...If you haven't seen this movie I recommend you do (it's on Netflix Coles). Laying around for four days and five nights like a sloth is going to be amazing. No worries, no feeder's just nothing. Hopefully Some of yall are looking forward to Spring Break as much as I'am. Though the Bahamas is going to be great I'm looking forward more to the idea of doing nothing than the actual location where I'm going to be. I thought I would write about this in order to get everyone else thinking about Spring Break as much as I'am. If you are going anywhere exciting or more importantly if you share any of the feelings that I do about the rest of this wee, please leave a comment. I pray I'm not the only one that's going to be "whining" this week in my blog. Seeing how we are seventy two hours from freedom I believe some of you will join me in counting down the clock until we can sit around and just do nothing. It may seem selfish for me to be talking about my trip to the bahamas where I will be doing minimal mental or physical activity but I only wanted to spur a sense of happiness and anticipation in everyone's minds.