Some words on life at AQ, Pt. 2

It is time for class. I gather my books and walk over to the Academic Building. When it is warm and sunny, I wear my sunglasses and walk at a normal pace. Today, it is cold and dark, so I’m bundled up in my hooded brown coat, hood up, with a scarf and mittens, and walking quickly. The speed of my pace, as well as the promise of the toasty Academic Building, warms me up considerably. I look around me as I walk, appreciating the beautiful campus I live on. Leaves of all autumn hues are scattered everywhere on the ground, swishing and crunching as students tread over them. In the trees above me, red, gold, brown, black, orange, yellow, and some green leaves cling for dear life to their branches, as the wind whips around them. The gray sky provides a sharp contrast to the colors, intensifying their glow. I finish my cigarette outside of AB, by the table out back, toss the end into the ashtray, and walk inside to class. I try to go to every one of my classes with a desire to learn. I pump myself up as I walk through the building, telling myself how excited I am to learn some new things, to think new ideas, to go to class. This technique is usually effective, with the exception of my Algebra/Trigonometry class. Algebra/Trigonometry is the most frustrating of all my classes by far. My teacher is Indian, and speaks English as a second language, so he is hard to understand. It does not help that math is my least favorite subject. In that class, my motivation to stay focused drops to zero. Most days, I zone out during math class, and just teach myself how to do the homework later. Otherwise, classes are pretty good. I like my professors, and I like the course material. Even in the instances where I do not have an interest in the material, I try to use the knowledge I am gaining to make connections to other subjects.