Today in class, Mr. Schick taught us how to be prepared for the rest of the semester. He taught us how to take notes fluently and accurately. He started by taking about the topic "Illinois" , and we had to take notes on what he said. He talked very fast, and it was fun to hear what peoples notes were like. Some peoples notes were very inaccurate from what he had even said. I volunteered to read my note taking aloud in front of the whole class. Mr. Schick was also telling very interesting stories from when he was a kid and in school. One of his stories was taken place during his birth. It was a cold December day in Chicago, and Mr. Schick's mother was pregnant. She was trying to find a hospital in which she could give birth from. However, all of the hospitals were full. She eventually found a run down hospital that was in a sketchy neighborhood. It was in an unfamiliar place and it took a while to get there. (Does this story remind you of anyone?)
Another story that Mr. Schick told us was in his collage year. One of Mr. Schick's professors was a very brilliant man. He wrote a few novels and textbooks, was a very good tennis player and mountain-biker, and was very smart and athletic. However, he had had a stroke right before the school year had started. When he had finally returned, he could not do the things that he used to. He could not pace the room and give meaningful lectures. He now had a cane and his talking was slurred. He could not do the things he loved, like play tennis and mountain-bike. He was also very mean to the class he taught. He would occasionally give 'Bs' and 'Cs' to papers for no particular reason. So, a few people and Mr. Schick planed to talk to him and ask what he wanted from them, and they voted Mr. Schick to talk to ask the question. So the next day, Mr. Schick asked what he wanted from them, and he responded by telling them he wanted to do the things that he used to do. And he asked Mr. Schick if anyone in the room can give him that. Mr. Schick's question didn't really help, because he just continued to be mean. (I think I learned a lot from Mr. Schick's note taking tips because I was able to tell you all of this.)
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