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Call me a critic

Now that I've attended all my classes at least once, I can say that I'm glad I picked the ones I did. I mean that in the sense that I'm sure I'll learn good shit in every one of them, and one or two might end up being fantastic.

But it's too early for me to tell. Unlike certain other students at my law school, I don't usually get all gooey about classes. Or, if I do, it usually takes me a long time, usually so long that the class is long over and done with before I get gooey about it. Until then, it's just a class, more or less fun to go to every day, with more or less interesting reading.

The things I get gooey about are my new abilities to interpret old problems through the new lenses that my classes sometimes provide me with. Take Contracts, for example (a class that ended back in May, but that I'm now gooey about because I can use the ways of thinking I learned there to think about what I'm doing and seeing now). Why didn't I get gooey about it sooner? Probably because in one sense I expect every class to either teach me new ways of thinking, or new knowledge about a subject. When they succeed, I'm satisfied. When they fail, I'm pissed off, and disappointed. I get gooey only after the class is done, and lo! The knowledge and skills are still with me!

A good example is the Calculus 150 sequence, which I took my first year of college and which was at the time an interesting, grueling class. I was not gooey. Now, though, I'm completely gooey about it, because I know that it sharpened my ability to think about virtually everything, not just calculus. When I was taking the class, I was just wrestling with the problem sets, and I didn't have the perspective to realize that it was really my thinking ability that was getting exercised. I had no way of knowing that the positive effects of that class would last for years and years.

I suppose this might make me seem, while classes are in session, like more of a critic than a reveler, a celebrator, or a cheerleader. You know what? I am. I've always been that way, and I'm comfortable with it. Just remember that if I say a class is OK, it might be great. Otherwise, the critic in me will usually say that it sucks and ought to be eliminated from the curriculum.

So far, all my classes are OK. That's just a first impression, though, so take it for what it's worth. . .