i stand by it

Whoo hoo, the end of, a well fight out, semester. I am very excited to see it end. The class was so blah! We did not have many discussion and the last part of class was fill up with presentation, that nobody seem to not wanted to do. I did but it was so disastrous that I too no longer care, no sound what the steaks! Everything I learned in class I learned on my own, reading at home. Black history, like any history, you have to care enough to do it on your own. So, as to come prepared for class, to have great discussions. The class really needs a better book, thanks instructor for the side articles and readings, because the one for the class is terrible. The cool part of class was meeting the people, and my group members. Flippin Wynn tried to make the class more interesting, but every time she would try and discuss a subject, the class would sit silent, except for a select few. And one, I know definitely known, did not even know what the hello she was talking about. I think Afam should be reserved for those who truly want to learn and never as a general class. The efforts made ,by instructor Flippin Wynn, in the , was what made me stay, but she was so disillusion about the lack of enthusiasm she too gave up and started to let us teach the class. Wrong, I do not even remember half of what the groups did in their presentation, I will tell you that! I wish I could have taken this class with the select few who really came to learn and in a smaller setting, like my African Aesthetics class. The coolest thing about the class, besides my awesome group, was the blogs because I got to write in a unconventional way, that was not as strict as papers and essay. I wonder because this is our last word, does it have to be as long as a normal blog, probably. Boo!
So I guess I will talk about other highlights in the class, I like the privilege version of red light green light. That rock! Hmm, Last word, is that like a last impression, oops! I am not changing what I wrote, it is exactly how I felt about the class. More discussions, More discussions. I like some of the speakers like Dean Evans and the black panther guy. I hate working in groups, I hate it when others dictated my grade it is stupid, but necessary, when receiving your Masters you almost always work in groups, so there you go. I hated the test, what ever happen to good old multiply Question test. While attending this class, I learn the difference between learning Black history at HBCU, than at Majority white college, it is easier to speak in class at a HBCU, one because you do not come across as a mad black women and two you do get asinine comments like, “way does color matter “, “ Why don’t you guys just get over” and “this does even apply to me I an not a races”. Yuck! But a good thing about learning about Black history here is the open-mindedness of some of my fellow student regardless of the ignorant ones. I like hearing about how some of the students were so eager to learn about the sub- Culture, as was I. I took this class because I thought it was necessary for my minor, but its not. I can take any six classes. Boo! I wanted to take hip hop maybe next time. peace