As I was walking away from my grad class during the break in the middle, I realized something again (most things are realized more than once before they're blogged):  I learn nothing in class.  In any class.  Ever.  Nothing.  I only learn things on my own, when I do the homeworks or read the notes myself.  No teaching is required.  This is how I felt through most of college too.  I'd sit in class and waste my time, only to learn everything on my own when I did the homework.  The only time I ever thought class was useful was when I was taking certain calculus classes and I took huge amounts of notes.  Especially if Maz was the professor.  He'd always do tons of example problems, and the homeworks were just like the examples.  I usually found the book to be relatively useless, and all my learning was done while doing homework and looking back at example problems.  Another useless (and this time completely useless) book was called "Fluid Mechanics" by Frank M. White.  Utterly useless.  It's like trying to learn Japanese from a Chinaman.  The book assumes that the reader/student already knows everything.  So it just talks about all kinds of crazy fluidesque topics without introducing them or explaining them.  I was glad to be done with that book and that class, just like pretty much every other class I've ever taken in my whole entire life.  What, would I actually miss a class?  I don't think so.  I don't really have feelings.  And I especially don't have feelings for classes that beat me and dragged me through the mud.  But anyway, what really kills me about this class I'm taking right now is that one of the books is that same stupid fluid mechanics book.  I was mildly excited to learn that I'd be getting books that were included in the price of the class (thanks to you, Joe Taxpayer).  But when I found out that it was this worthless fluids book, I was quite disappointed. #education