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Friday, September 29, 2006

Is it bad that Book of Mormon is my least favorite class?

It's not that I don't like the Book of Mormon. I really love it and enjoy reading and studying it.

Here's the problem: This is school. Not church. I love church. I love feeling the Spirit. But in church, usually you learn the spiritual lessons of the scriptures. Because this is school, I was hoping for some non-spiritual lessons---historical background, Jewish culture, Hebrew writing styles, etc. Yet I feel like I'm in Sunday School every time I go to that class. Even then, it's not as good as Sunday School because I'm in a room with 60 freshmen who all make the same comments and a teacher whose voice makes me want to classify him as a bad therapist.

Ok, I should be nicer. Brother Larsen is a nice man, he has a testimony of the Gospel and everything...I just don't think he's a good teacher. He gets caught up in the semantics of definitions and doesn't really get into the juiciness of the Gospel. I listen during class, but the many doodles on my notes are evidence that not much is really being talked about.

Then I took our first exam today. I don't think anything could have prepared me for that. I almost started laughing in the middle of the testing center. The first part of the exam consisted of questions that 1) were not very difficult in the first place, and 2) had such outrageous answer choices that they were impossible to get wrong. I speak the truth when I tell you that the words "Daffy Duck," "termites," "tribolites" (ahem what?), and "Columbus, Ohio" appeared on that exam.

So I was cruising through these questions, laughing in my head, and then all of a sudden it gets hard. Questions like "What did Nephi have a vision of in 1 Ne. 14?" started popping up. Nephi had a visions that comprise 1 Ne. 11-15 or something like that, and he saw all sorts of stuff. I can't remember what happened in that chapter. Some of his questions were worded oddly, and I wasn't sure what he meant. I finished though, with an 83%. Meh. I wonder how everyone else did.

In conclusion, I would like to say that I love the Book of Mormon very much, but that I don't love my class very much. It's not completely awful, and I really like the manual, but I will definitely be switching teachers at the semester.

5 Comments:

Blogger Klobas said...

Last year I overheard a student studying for her RELIGION class. Apparently in her RELIGION class, she had to memorize the full names of the wives of the apostles. She had to know their maiden names...I overheard her remarking that she didn't need to know anything about what they'd spoken about in various talks they'd studied, just their names and other biographical data. This is the sort of stuff that gives our religion the reputation of zealotry.

On another note, I am wearing a BYU-ID sweatshirt to work today. I have never been to Idaho.

That is all

2:15 PM  
Blogger Naked Native said...

I hate teachers like that. Make sure you tell me his name so I don't have to take him... Ugh! I might accidently kill him.

12:49 AM  
Blogger MustacheBoy said...

Yeah. That's Ewtah's religious education culture for you. The trick is to find professors who aren't in the religion department. My two best ones were Dr.s Grant Underwood and Bill Eggington (history and graduate linguistics, respectively). I shake my fist at Larsen.

9:35 AM  
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Blogger MustacheBoy said...

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8:53 AM  

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