Don’t judge a book by its cover, just judge the person buying the book
September 06, 2001
I love my financial accounting class. It was the second lecture today, talking about bonds and the pricing of said bonds. Simple, mindless finance equations. I learned most of this in second year already so it was basically review. But it was the way the prof taught that really made it ‘fun’.
I have to admit, I had judgements about this prof before I took any of his classes. My impression of him wasn’t very nice – this based on a 5 minute conversation I had with him when we were both smoking outside. Ever since that conversation, I always thought he was … not as nice as I thought. So, when I found out he would be teaching the course, I thought to myself, “oh shit. This will be great…”
So, I am very wrong. He’s a very good teacher – he gets to the point and he teaches at a quicker pace. I hate slow teachers. In my mind I’m completing their sentences while barely keeping awake. If they spoke faster, I’d actually give a crap about what they’re saying.
I bought my books today. If you’re a UBC’er, you’ll know that waiting in the mile-long line used to take >1 hour. They’ve streamlined this bottleneck a lot now because I waited about half an hour. I’m guessing there were about 100 people ahead of me.
Anyways, I find it very awkard waiting in that line because it snakes and turns all over the place. You find yourself staring at people waiting in line who are facing you (snakes and loops so many times). You don’t know them and vice versa. You stare at their books while they stare at yours. You both make an opinion based on each other’s books.
Today, I saw some guy holding a first year philosophy book of Plato. Most likely it was a collection of excerpts from the Republican. I then looked at this guy. He was sporting a white hooded sweater with some blue logo and blue jeans. Clean cut hair-do with a face that knew only about 3 emotions. My thoughts were he was a first year guy doing an Arts degree but hating it because he really wanted to do something more fun but his parents made him. I thought he will never be happy at UBC.
There were so many more of these examples. That 30 minute wait takes forever. I wonder what people thought about me. I had a basket of books like Business Analysis & Valuation, Strategic Management Theory, uh… some book about Auditing, and an English book. I bet everyone thought I was a mindless stiff when really I’m filled with millions of different colors and swirls.
“You will one day work for us” – commerce slogan as understood by Michelle. Is this true? I hope not. I don’t want any of you working for me. You’ll hate me by day 3. Guaranteed.
