All of my final grades have been released. The following graph shows my final grade, what grade I think my professor deserves, and how I grade the class as a whole. I gave my professors grades based on how I felt I was treated, how much interest they put into the class, and how well they taught. I graded the class on how people interacted together and how interesting the material was.

For all of my classes, the material was pretty interesting, but not necessarily something that I would use outside of college. In the case of my Books and Dialog class, the material will be useful for my whole life (I didn’t sell back any of that class’s books), but the people in my discussion group did not want to participate.

As for the professor ratings, the two professors who got an A knew how to teach well, had a tight lecture schedule that they stuck to, and knew my name. My professor in my Latin American class knew my name by the second week, and I was one of 200 students (give or take a few) in her lecture hall. My English teacher, though very nice, did not teach me anything. I’m not sure if she taught anyone in that class anything. And my Human Geography professor seemed to enjoy teaching, but he didn’t enjoy anyone who was not an honors student.

I got a B in English. Eighty percent of the grade was based on 4 essays, and the remaining percentage was based on other little writing projects that we did. My essay grades were really all over the place in that class. I don’t feel like I’m that inconsistent in my writing, but maybe the inconsistency comes a little from my professor and a little from me.

It is such a relief to have this semester over with.

The other day I went and took some photos of my favorite places on campus. I think that the most recognizable building on campus is Old Main (the very first building where farmers and miners studied). It’s also one of the most boring buildings to look at.

So the following are some some scenes that I saw every day on campus this semester.

This liquid nitrogen tank was always suspiciously leaky sounding. One time I saw someone in a hazmat suit messing around with it. It still sounds leaky, even after I saw that person.

I pass through this wall after my English class. I bet you never would have thought that Arizona is so green.