So Sara left today to go to Salt Lake City (party capitol of the world) for a conference until Saturday.  I’m already bored.  On the plus side though I got to turn on the heat, use the laptop and watch ESPN for hours.

I just noticed that when I made that post about my old man down there, I was listening to “Father of Mine.”  That’s weird!

So yesterday I started my LAST CLASS OF GRAD SCHOOL! But man does the class suck!

It’s called Communication Skills for Management.  It’s essentially any freshman year comm class you ever took (Comm 114 at Purdue).  Let me attempt to recreate the first class for you.  Well first off, the teacher is hardcore about missing class.  If you miss class you have to do a 2 hour web course within a week to make up for what you missed, which would be nothing because the class is stupid and worthless.  If you miss more than 1 class for any reason, you automatically lose 1/3 of your grade, like you’d go from an A- to a B+.  So no chance of skipping.

But seriously, it’s like comm class for freshmen who failed out of their intro comm classes.  We have to give an informative speech, a persuasive speach and a couple of writing assignments such as writing a memo and critiquing our speech.  Seriously, as a grad school class.

Anyway, we get to class and we have to do an ice breaker where we introduce ourselves to people and find out things about them and then they can sign our sheet.  Yeah, welcome to 5th grade.  Then we spend 50 minutes learning that communication can be NON-VERBAL as well as verbal.  I know!  I’m as shocked as you.  We took a 10 minute break and then we did an exercise where a guy tried to get us to draw a picture that we couldn’t see using only verbal cues.  Then we spent 50 minutes learning that communication can get MESSED UP sometimes.  I about passed out with surprise!  Then we take another 10 minute break.  So finally we get to the big punch line of the class, you could tell she was really building up to this one.  50 minutes for her to tell us that it doesn’t matter what you’re trying to tell someone, it only matters WHAT THEY THINK THEY HEARD.  I just fell right out of my chair.  That’s some deep shit.  Finally we did an exercise where we had to interview the person next to us but here’s the catch!  We couldn’t write down words, only pictures!  And now in the next class we have to introduce the people we interviewed using only our pictures to help us remember stuff!

So all of that great stuff made the class spill over 15 minutes.  3 hours and 15 minutes to tell us what could basically be summed up in 3 bullet points on 1 slide.  I can only hope the rest of the classes are as useful.

Oh yeah, and get this!  Classes are supposed to be 7 weeks but we miss 1 class because of Thanksgiving, so she scheduled a class on the 8th week.  Then we took a secret ballet vote to see if we should have that class.  Someone voted YES!  So now we have to have the class.  I mean who votes yes??

And we can’t forget to mention the taking of attendence.  Of COURSE there was attendence. 😛

Oh well, at least 7 weeks and I’m DONE.