Standing At Attention

So, tonight was the first meeting of the Research class I am forced to take this semester. They held a gun to my head until I signed up for the course. Seriously, I do have to take this class this semester–no question about it. The gun thing is a bit of an exaggeration. But there was no wiggle room.

The guy, excuse me, professor, is a few years younger than I am but in the ballpark and I think he may know one of my friends. He works for the same organization as my friend. Not that it matters in but perhaps I can find out if he’s a hard ass or not. He seems to not be.

I wasn’t sure about the hard-assness when I walked in. He was standing at the front of the room and did not look relaxed at all. All I could think was that I didn’t want to take the class anyway and now Mr. Needlebutt is teaching it. Perhaps he was a little nervous? Anyway, I think the class will be fine since we’re not working so much on the statistics piece but more on the how you read and interpret research/statistics.

I could be completely wrong about the whole thing and was easily swayed into thinking the class was going to be OK because he let us out after an hour. I sort of moseyed out of the room hoping to talk to one of the other Adult Learner program students but she could only give me a “save me” look because she was talking to another AL program student and all I could think was that she needed to move seats next week. Sitting next to me and my snarkety-snark is a much better option.

Tomorrow night fun and thrills await as I attend the first class of the second one I’m taking this semester. This one is going to be fun. It’s all about how adults develop. A perfect class for the armchair psychologist.