Yesterday, there was a mob of students clamoring for books. I had to carry backpacks into the backpack tent, send them back to the customers after they purchased, and had to guide some students to where they had to go. It was mayhem, and tomorrow, I’ll have to do it all over again.
My Business Calculus teacher, Uyammadu Mbanefo, was an old black guy with an African accent. He encouraged us to ask questions, as well as answer questions that he gave us. Of course, we were a bit awkward of getting it wrong. That was our fear of failure. Otherwise, he’s a straight, no-frills teacher who gives us the nitty gritty, and encourages class participation,
Today, I saw a few students steal a car on the Brotman Hall fountain turnaround. They pulled over, and were arrested by campus police. Ouch.
Second day in a nutshell
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