Anytime I get that 'Why did I come here' feeling about coming to Australia (strictly in the academic sense not social sense-- My friends here are incredibly supportive and wonderful) my Forensic Science class ALWAYS reminds me.
I honestly can't say enough how much I love and adore this class. I was bummed out over break because a paper I turned in for my Offender Profiling class got totally RIPPED APART (grading wise not literally) by the teacher (T.A.) and I was sad because I felt I did a decent job but she annihilated it for anything you can think of down to the fact that I didn't have correct australian spelling and I shouldn't have certain spacing in certain places *insert groan and eye roll* (The TA graded it not the teacher so I'm going to talk to the teacher about it at some point to get some perspective)
ANYWAY that bummed me out and made me feel like I was letting myself, my parents, and my grandparents down by being here and getting less than decent grades. But then a few days later I found out I got at 14/15 on a different paper and that made me feel slightly better. and then once again, today, my For Sci class left me awed and amazed.
We went over in complete detail a bombing that happened here on September 1, 2001. The information we were given access to is special because you cant obtain access to it in any other way... its not on the internet, nothing. Super exclusive. I can't wait to write a post devoted to everything I learned but right now I have to write another paper...
Are you surprised?! Me neither.
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