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Best Notetaker ... Ever?
So I'm sitting in my American History (1945 - Present) class this morning, and the guy in front of me is scratching at his notepad like its going out of style. Seriously, every nod, every motion, ever flicker of the professor's breath went down on this guy's paper. And I was amazed. Seriously. I always thought that I was a damn good notetaker. I'm neat, I'm organized, I keep things in their own categories and make notations when the instructor gets off course, but this guy was totally putting my years and years of honed craftmanship to the test. "What gives?" I thought to myself, until I realized something -- the guy was a total nerd. And I'm not talking "nerd" in the derogatory sense. I mean he was a straight-up dork academic type who asks tons of questions in class. He looks like he lets his mom dress him still, and he appears to be (and I hope this assumption is correct) older than I am. He's got a huge Adam's apple, and his head sticks out way farther over his chest than it should. I don't mean to rip into the guy. He seems real nice and everything. I've had to do groupwork with him before, but I never realized how dorky he was. The clincher was when the instructor puts up some purely arbitrary graphs, no need to write them down, and this guy not only writes them down but busts out a calculator and starts crunching the numbers on the damn things. Whack! Totally whack! I figured out later that he was doing the means for population shifts in the US in the 1950s. No reason to know the info, but he was figuring it out.
I am in awe of his notetaking abilities. I'm so distraught about my own skills I will now go out drinking. Adieu.
Best Notetaker ... Ever?
So I'm sitting in my American History (1945 - Present) class this morning, and the guy in front of me is scratching at his notepad like its going out of style. Seriously, every nod, every motion, ever flicker of the professor's breath went down on this guy's paper. And I was amazed. Seriously. I always thought that I was a damn good notetaker. I'm neat, I'm organized, I keep things in their own categories and make notations when the instructor gets off course, but this guy was totally putting my years and years of honed craftmanship to the test. "What gives?" I thought to myself, until I realized something -- the guy was a total nerd. And I'm not talking "nerd" in the derogatory sense. I mean he was a straight-up dork academic type who asks tons of questions in class. He looks like he lets his mom dress him still, and he appears to be (and I hope this assumption is correct) older than I am. He's got a huge Adam's apple, and his head sticks out way farther over his chest than it should. I don't mean to rip into the guy. He seems real nice and everything. I've had to do groupwork with him before, but I never realized how dorky he was. The clincher was when the instructor puts up some purely arbitrary graphs, no need to write them down, and this guy not only writes them down but busts out a calculator and starts crunching the numbers on the damn things. Whack! Totally whack! I figured out later that he was doing the means for population shifts in the US in the 1950s. No reason to know the info, but he was figuring it out.
I am in awe of his notetaking abilities. I'm so distraught about my own skills I will now go out drinking. Adieu.
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