Fluid Dynamics was a real bitch.
Three words: Modern Symbolic Logic. If I never have to derive another formula or prove another theorem again, it’ll be too zarking soon.
My worst class was music. I have absolutely no musical ability at all, so bad that the teachers usually assumed I was either not trying or deliberately trying to screw things up. I was glad in high school when we were able to make our own class schedule and I was finally able to be done with that class.
Quantitative analysis.
It killed me. It’s not even chemistry! It’s how to use equations to make you’re numbers come out right!
Oh, and a little more recently: Documentation and Terminology. We had two GIGANTIC projects that required vast amounts of research because the teacher’s requirements were absurdly stringent, more so than you would ever use in real life.
(We weren’t allowed to use translated documents! If you’re trying to figure out a term you need for a translation, HELLO, the first thing you do is look for a document with the term in it THAT’S BEEN TRANSLATED! Why do you think googling site:gc.ca is such a gift from the gods?)
ZebraShaSha, I’d say you are in luck. I mean if your teacher thinks that Moby Dick is X, then its not too hard to get that, is it? If ONLY any lit class I had had in college were like that! Well, I only had one.
Imagine an “English Nerd” if you will. I’ve got no problems with people with enthusiasm for their subject, but this guy really expected a lot for a Freshman Lit class. He was my TA and usually required two typewritten pages for what the Professor said should be a “paragraph.” Well, I got a little pissy that this guy went off and sort of usurped the professor’s idea of what a class should be, but this is college, and I firmly don’t believe in complaining that a class is too hard. But really it pissed me right off. Anyways I got a B although I thought my final was badass. I’m usually able to write pretty well, but when it comes to “analysis” or whatever that means, my ideas aren’t good enough apparently.
But just read the SparkNotes. If she isn’t going to appreciate your analysis, then you aren’t going to learn anything from it anyway.
My problem subject was always…
CHEMISTRY
How can this even be a science. Hell, the whole premise is based on probabilities. Damn I always hated that. Worse was that I went to a magnet school where we had to have a whole year of hard chemistry (harder than my college Chemistry). Knowing how much I hated it I really let it go to waste, thinking I wouldn’t have to deal with it again.
I remember sitting with a friend from that highschool in the Chemistry building. This was an orentation session before college, and we were looking at a giant perodic table, and he mentioned to me, “aren’t you glad you’ll never have to look at one of those bastards again?” He too shared a hatred for this abomination of alchemy.
Well, as fate would have it, me and the devil’s mixture of math and crap were reuinted by faith and bad scheduling. Turns out to graduate with a liberal arts degree, you needed 3 semesters of science. That’s one class each semester or whatever, three normal classes. Of those, two of them had to be in the same subject (physics, chemistry, biology, etc.) and two of them had to be lab-based, while not necessarily the same two. So like a good boy I took Physics because I was always good at it (including a lab). Due to normal scheduling problems I was stuck taking an online chemistry class one semester. That was fine, because it was easy, and since most of the class was stupid, I got out with an A although I made a 50 on the final and 75 on the midterm. I was always in the top of the class though. I had always planned on taking another physics with a lab, to finsh off, but I got stuck taking Chemistry again!
But physics? Man I loved it. Especially the labs we did in highschool. I loved the ones where you did mechanics stuff. I thought it was so cool to seperate problems into little sections and do it in a modular way, like a ball rolling down a ramp that is x feet in the air where it hits a ramp and you have to calculate where it lands. Then you have to mark a spot and test it! Cool.
Statistics. I hated, and still hate statistics with a passionate vengence. Yes, I can apply the stats to my work and whatever, but I still hate the damned topic!
Everything else camre really easily to me, so I can’t complain about that. It was just the statistics…