While studying for my big bio test tomorrow, I’m going to write this entry about how much I hate my Principles of Biology class at Miramar Community College while I study. This is partly to help relieve myself from the tension of repeatedly going over and revising my lecture notes. And it is partly because I really, really hate this class.

I’ll add some new insight about the educational atrocity that is Bio 105 after I finish going over each of the six chapters I have to study tonight.

(Chapter 8: Mitosis, done.)

I don’t know which our teacher knows less about, biology or teaching. I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt, and whatever credentials she forged to work at this college, and just say she’s a HORRIBLE teacher who rates somewhere on the Educating-Goodness Scale between a soggy textbook and the warning sticker on the side of a vacuum cleaner.

(Chapter 9: Meiosis and Chapter 10: Inheritence, done.)

My lack of faith in her knowledge of biology is caused by the puzzled look on her face every time I ask her a question related to the lecture. Well, “puzzled” look is a bit generous — it’s more like a “did-you-just-ask-me-for-my-measurements?” look. The last time I asked her a question, she told me to see her after class about it, and when I saw her after class, she told me to look it up in the book.

(Chapter 11: Chromosomes and Human Inheritence, done.)

The fact that it’s the same type of lecture everyday (that type being: boring as all hell) leads to the feeling that every day is the same lecture. Interchange October 2nd with September 17th with November 4th, and it doesn’t matter. Jump in on any of the days and you’ll find the same uninspired and listless audience, anxiously watching the clock or pondering which building wall to bash their head against once class is over.

(Chapter 12: DNA Structure and Chapter 13: DNA to Proteins, done. Whew.)

And lastly, the class. In almost every other class I’ve been in, there’s at least a slight murmur of social interaction between the students. Not so for us. It’s 9 a.m., and we’re being taught something mildly interesting by someone criminally incompetent. This translates to: no one wants to be there, so they all dislike each other.

Including me. I hate them all. There was a glimmer of hope two weeks ago because there was the possibility that my class might burn down, but sadly, the rest of the semester looks dim.

And on that happy note, I’m done with studying and off I go to bed.