First days back at school, crazy professors
Ever since I got back to school on Sunday, my days have been filled with celebration of the return to school (ie partying) combined with a sprinkling of going to classes. My first class on Tuesday was awful. I should have been forewarned by the reviews on ratemyprofessors.com, which included this gem:
I didn't really truly love before carlton james. He loved me. He told me. I realized I loved myself. Just kidding, this guy's a ****ing whackjob.
He made a statement along the lines of "if you value a scientific approach to psychology, you'll probably come to hate me." At this point though I already hated the man who is affectionately known by the moniker "the love doctor." Maybe I wasn't hugged enough as a child, but I think this guy can take his humanistic approach and shove it. I'm not going to waste a class as potentially interesting as Abnormal Psychology on a nutjob like James. So, I walked out of class, and the next day switched into Adolescent Development instead. Problem solved.
My physics class today was a different story. If there was one moment I wished I had my camera, it was when Dr. Croft shot around the room like a bullet, wearing roller skates and propelled by a fire extinguisher - all to illustrate the concepts behind vectors. He survived the ordeal, and was met with cheers and applause. I think I have a new favorite teacher. Next class I think he's doing a similar demonstration, only to illustrate rotational momentum... or something. I'll be sure to have my camera on hand.
Last night was also very enjoyable. I got 2nd place in the Dr. Mario TRUE RANKING tournament.
It's good to be back.
Maybe you can take the lessons you learn in Adolescent Development and teach them to your mom.
ooh, that's mean. :)
Frank, you may think you have crazy teachers. I have a professor who is convinced he is teaching fourth grade. Case in point, we have nightly homework assignments... why... because (and I quote) "I want to make sure you guys are reading the book." Why in the heck does he care if I read the book? If I know the information... what does it matter?
Here is a question from one of our worksheets (This is Intro to Journalism)
"True or false: To be a good media writer, you only need to know how to write only a few types of leads."
MY LITTLE BROTHER COULD ANSWER THAT! And yet... he wants me to list which page I found the information on.
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