Autistic College Experience

I’m an 59 year old autistic person and, most of my life, had little ability to gain or hold down a job, even with the English degree I got from this institution,  so what did I do when my mother died and I came into some money? I came back to this institution!
Over the past few years, I’ve gotten to be something of an amateur artist. You can see my art blog at www.daru3-davidart.blogspot.com , so an art major was a natural. Also, the first time I was at CSI, I majored in computer science, but did poorly in the advanced classes before switching to an English major, so I’m trying a computer major again now.
I started the summer of 2015, with Intro to Computer Programming and, despite some problems with the last lessons, I got a B, so I went ahead with Fall classes. I registered for Intermediate Computer Programming, but couldn’t understand the teacher. She had a rather thick Russian accent, or at least I thought so. My class mates understood, but, being autistic, I need a certain amount of precision, so, to me, this Russian woman sounded like she had big plans for moose & squirrel.  I dropped her in favor of Intro to Portraits, which immediately followed Intro to Drawing, giving me eight consecutive hours of drawing models, nude and dressed. It was too much consecutive time. I missed much and only got B’s.
I also got a B for Intro to Painting class. It was hard in that, though I am an artist, my teacher, Geoffrey Dorfman, had to tell me to slow down and concentrate on my details, even while telling me to get done in the few weeks we have.
In the spring, I took Intermediate Programming for a second time and again, had to drop it, for want of an understandable teacher.
I also took Art 100 and had Mieke Paulsen, a wonderful lecturer. I loved listening to her. Just one thing. She just talked, wrote little or nothing on the board, so I wrote little or nothing, leaving me with no notes. I was so sorry to drop her course.
This left me with one course, Intro to Sculpture, which was a truly fun class, an easy A.
This year, I’m taking Intermediate Painting and, for a third time, Intermediate Computer Programming. I tried taking Intermediate Drawing, but my teacher, Professor Pels, couldn’t even handle normal students. She had no idea how to handle an autistic student and wouldn’t learn how. With the Art Chairman’s help, I switched to printing.