Night school timeout

Flippy and I are taking a night school class for the next two weeks, and by the time I do my regular computer work, and then my class homework, I don’t seem to have time left for blogging.  So, I might be on a two-week blogging vacation, depending on what I can squeeze in (I know I still need to finish my Superzoo entry, if nothing else).  The class is for training to become a loan officer/mortgage agent, and Flippy and I both signed up with hopes of eventually working together from home.  Flippy thought it would be a good career move, and I figured I’d might as well take the lessons as well, so I could perhaps help her out.  However, in the first two nights of class, I’ve pretty much decided that I don’t want to be loan officer, and that class is as much fun as poking myself in the eye with a fork.  Don’t let me sway your impression, though, because Flippy loves the class, so it just proves that there’s a career out there for everyone, and that not all of us want to spend our days getting scratched and bitten by dogs and cats.

I’m really a very passive learner, and I can happily sit in a classroom, have information thrown at me, and I’ll assimilate it.  I don’t like things like “roleplay” and “group assignments” and “presentations”—I just want to sit on my ass and learn.  Unfortunately for me, the class instructor is teaching that being a loan officer is 50% sales skills and 50% knowledge, so for 50% of the class, it’s like being bombarded by a motivational speaker.  She’s quite entertaining and energetic, but when she says things like “Show me the money!” it just makes me want to roll my eyes.  I don’t want to be shown the money, I want to be shown what I need to know to pass the exam, then I want to go home early.  I’m absolutely no fun at all.  While the instructor is making us shake hands with people and introduce ourselves, all I can think is, “I sure wish we were going to get to dissect something.”

Don’t be put off by my cranky interpretation of class, though—go read Flippy‘s blog and you’ll see that she’s actually having fun :)

Posted by Leigh-Ann on 09/27 at 08:45 AM

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  1. Oh, Leigh-Ann, I’d so be sitting right next to you rolling my eyes so far back in my head that they’d get stuck and whispering snarky, snide stuff to you out of the corner of my mouth. I hate that sort of thing so!

    But yes! Dissections! Bring on the carcasses!

    Posted by Diana  on  09/27  at  12:57 PM

  2. Noooo, don’t show me the money - GIVE ME THE MONEY! I’m with you, don’t make me “role play” I already have a role, just tell me what I need to know and then get out of my way.

    Posted by Donna  on  09/27  at  04:13 PM

  3. I think I would rather stick a fork in my eye repeatedly than take a class involving numbers! LOL. I can’t imagine how not fun role playing in a mortgage lending class would be….
    Between work, three dog class nights per week, having a houseguest and other various stuff both social and unsocial, :) I am seriously behind in all my online stuff; don’t even have time to read email or keep up with my list or blog….
    Ever since I started a blog I do what I guess many do, keep thinking “Oh! I should blog that!” every time I have an interesting notion. Ha.
    It does sound like a handy skill to have though, people will always want to buy asnd sell houses~!

    Posted by Carina  on  09/29  at  01:22 AM

  4. Doesn’t much sound like my thing either.  But our differences are what keeps this world going round. :-)

    Posted by Coll  on  09/29  at  05:12 PM

  5. We’ve finally gotten to the point in class where we’re learning actual mortgage stuff, and not just “sales techniques”, and it’s been much more enjoyable.  At least this information is relevant to me, as I’ve been involved in the purchase of two homes, as well as the building of a home with a construction-to-permanent loan.  I definitely think I’ll be happy to help Flippy make her millions, but I’ll probably never be Mortgage Agent of the Year :)

    Diana, thanks for mention of the word, “carcass”—Flippy and I used the word as part of a mnemonic device (the rest of it was rude, so I won’t repeat it, but “carcass” was the first word, and the remainder was slanderous commentary about Canadian politician and homewrecker, Belinda Stronach).

    Posted by Leigh-Ann  on  09/30  at  07:45 AM
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