I thought about REC'ing this as a testimonial, but I'm having trouble remembering certain details, so I'd rather take my time and get it right.
I walked into my first sociology class of the college semester about five minutes late. Being that I'm a creature of punctuality and that I hate making bad first impressions, I was happy to find that the teacher was not yet there either.
I found a seat (one of only two left empty), and waited quietly with the rest of the class for our instructor to arrive. It seems I wasn't the only one who was off to a late start that day as another student soon clomped noisily into the room. He carelessly removed his backpack, which fell on the floor with a thud, and plopped down in the other empty seat.
The guy wore work boots with an unncessary amount of buckles,...
The first industrial technology class of the school year was supposed to have started fifteen minutes ago, but my classmates and I sat in awkward silence. The teacher, a goateed man in a white button-down shirt and tie, simply stared back at us from his desk with a smirk plastered across his face. Previous classes of middle school students had warned us that Mr. S wasn’t your average teacher.
In fact, Mr. S refused to call himself a teacher, but rather a “learning facilitator.” With a heavy emphasis on preparing students for the harsh realities of the “real world,” his teaching style was hardly to teach at all. He believed that students should take an active role in their learning, working as a team to solve problems.
On that first day, deciphering Mr. S’s expectations of us was our biggest...
I minored in art at Texas A&I University in Kingsville.
They now call it Texas A&M University at Kingsville, but it's not. It's Texas A&I.
My art professor, Dr. R, was also the head of the art department.
I was raised in small South Texas towns and had never really been anywhere.
Naive...I was naive.
Dr. R "took a liking" to me.
He was tough but fair with all the students.
For our final exam we had to produce 3 art projects.
My first project was a painting of my wife (yes, married at 19) in an old chair we bought at a garage sale.
It was entitled, "Girl in Pink Chair".
I painted it entirely with a palette knife...and it was pretty darn good.
My second project, "The Bird", was a bird made from my wife's hair rollers, combs, hair clips, etc...which I had assembled the night before, using...
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