"She chases tigers"

Well, I am sure you few readers are wondering about the results of my first day of classes. I have endured 4 of my 6 classes today. Or perhaps the correct word is suffered...
Honestly, I think I set myself up to be fooled. My very first class at 10 am proves to be the coolest and probably the easiest. We are going to learn about trees!!! Oo, oo, and Darwinism! My teacher rocks, she is so laid back and excited about animals, I just want to pinch her cheeks! Although if I did I am sure she would slap me. She seems great though. But she was only the decoy, luring me into a false sense of security.
My second class...oh, that class, mmhmm, was not what I expected at all. See, I am required to take a few credits outside my major to experience a variety of fields so that I may still stay rounded. Well thanks college for throwing me into the lion's den, not just any lion either, a starved lion at that... My teacher, he seems pretty cool. Tall, 40, and in shape. Lives in NY, yada yada yada... he made some passing comments that make me believe he is a party animal, "I'll be drunk Monday night...." so I give him kudos for coolness on a personal level. On an academic level...nah so mooch. He's a little bit too anal for my taste and slightly too cruel. Especially since this is my elective not even something I am forced to take(sort of forced, but I have choices, I just have in interest in the field at hand) He shows no mercy. He walks around barefoot. He promises to fail us. Eh, he tells us he will fail us, because he needs to whip us into shape. NO. Not me. I am taking your class simply because its a must and it sounded fun. You, my dear sweet sarcastic teacher, don't seem like you will make this fun. I second thought keeping the class... my mother insists on trying it out. It's very frustrating and frightening. I consider myself a good writer(probably not in a blog, but yes, I can write a decent paper and sound smart) but my teacher insists he will make us better, he calls it writing bootcamp. Honey, I am a photographer, go easy on me....I was the opinions editor of my high school news paper, I'm good. I am actually his first non-major student.........................wuh?
Now what am I suppose to expect from that? Sympathy? Neglect? Or are you going to make me the focus of "what you shouldn't do..." in every class meeting?
Please don't, I don't like being the center of attention.
Then I had my next class. Aw, I love this teacher, but she rambles. Had her previously, super sweet, great taste in books, but a little dull on keeping everyone's attention. She's interesting though. She's been all over the middle east. She's actually an archaeologist, I respect that. She isn't too bad, it's just the dull rambling that can get to me.
Finally...how do I dive into this one? Oh I know, I think this teacher is a creepy asshole. He's evil. He's weird. He does not have proper social skills. And he is going to make this class seem to go on forever.
Hopefully there will be bits and pieces of things that happen that make this semester fly by, and fun... oh and I actually make it out alive, that would be awesome too.
That's how my day went, hope your day was better!