Classes start again.

(Wow, it's been a while since I've been on here! I'm starting to think life doesn't get slower as you get older. Oh well, I guess now is as good a time as any to post again)

I like a professor who can make me laugh. Better yet is when they can laugh themselves. It usually means they acknowledge that their students are human, not just fact finding machines who do assignments for the sheer joy of learning. Fortunately I have a few of this type of professors this year . . . I think. I've learned never to trust my first opinion of a class after just the first day. I've been wrong many times.

I also like professors with an accent. Immediately gets my attention if a professor has one. (Maybe I'll have to practice one for when I'm a teacher =) My one professor was orginally from Ireland and I love sitting in his class just to hear his accent. It's so laid back and relaxed . . . plus he loves to tell stories in his "accenty" way which keeps it interesting.

Something I'm learning at college: No human is ever right all the time. I've never yet met a professor that spouted nothing but lies (even at a secular college), but I've never met a professor who was exactly right all the time (and I think that would be true no matter what college you go to). The trick is not to figure out which professors are "bad" and ignore everything they say and which professors are "good" and blindly accept everything they say, but to be able to pick out the lies, truths, and most tricky half-truths. How? Only by the Bible and the guidance of the Holy Spirit. That's one of the jobs of the Holy Spirit: to remind/show me truth and error. It makes classes a little bit more challenging, but it's something I'm also glad I'm having to learn. There's only one person who is right all the time, God. Blindly accept what other people tell you about Him or this world just because you like them, they make sense most the time, they go to your church, or they are Christians, and you're headed for trouble.

Learned in one of my classes that "adolescent" now means "between the age of 11 and 22." They say the part of the brain that makes clear rational decisions isn't done forming until the age of 22 . . . even older for some guys. Maybe there's hope that I'll become a genius yet! My question is, if that's the "magic age" why do I know some teenagers who are capable of making much better decisions than some thirty-year-olds I know?