||[May. 1st, 2009|02:25 pm]
The Community for Undergrads with Attitude!
Hey cats. I'm nearing the end of my BA degree, and I was wondering; what's the worst experience you've ever had with a professor? I'm not just talking about horrible professors (though, that, too). It could just be something incredibly terrible and awkward happening. My top three in no particular order, with no names or identifying information, of course:|
1) A visiting prof teaching a Queer Theory class, completely obvious to the fact that the campus is already ultra-liberal. She spent the first class going on about how if this class would offend us, we should leave. Everyone just stared at her, and a few folks spent the semester trying not to laugh in her face. She kept asking us questions like, "Well, how would you feel if two girls or two guys slow-danced at one of your dances?" and didn't understand why we weren't shocked and mindblown by it. She defined "postmodernism" as "a celebration of diversity" and didn't understand why everyone ignored said definition in their papers. This lady literally believed that the very fact that homosexuals (and bisexuals) existed was incredibly brain-shattering for all of us, and that she was helping us come to terms with it. Furthermore, she was completely oblivious to other sexual orientations existing. Someone mentioned asexuality, and she basically said that sexuality is fundamentally human, so people who think they're asexual must have guilt issues or something. This, right after talking for an hour about the evils of essentialism. On the last day of class, someone got her on some stupid tangent about how revolutionary "coming out" should be. I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I said, "It's even moreso for furries." Then, the expert on human sexualities asked me what on earth I was talking about. It told her. Her face was priceless.
2) A few years back, I was talking with this guy at a philosophy conference. He apparently taught both computer science and analytic philosophy (no surprise there). I was trying to play it cool because, truth be told, I had no idea what any of the analytics at the conference were trying to say. They were utterly incomprehensible to me. *shrugs* So, I tried to get him off the topic of his talk and onto something smaller. "There aren't any more diet sodas," I said. We were in the hospitality room. He laughed, "That's because Lord Voldemort over there drank 'em all." He gestured across the room towards another philosophy person, who happened to be dressed all in black and had given some paper on Heidegger or something. Except, said person wasn't across the room. He was standing two feet away staring forlornly at the empty cooler. And he'd heard everything the guy said. He looked kind of sad, but just said, "I like Harry Potter, too, you know," as if to covertly remind the guy that he had feelings too, or something. I think he was a grad student.
3) I was in a small class of about five people. About every other day, one of the guys would doze off. I long ago learned to avoid carbs until after all my classes were done for the day, but he was tired from the meal, I guess. The professor would always force someone to wake him up, because he didn't want to do it himself, and I lived in fear of the day when it would be me. Most classes I've taken are like that - the faculty don't wanna shake the students awake. Eventually, people started sitting opposite him to avoid said task, as did I. The next time he fell asleep, I guess the prof didn't know how to ask one of us to move over and wake him, so he just clapped his hands really loud. The guy woke up blearily and swore under his breath. What made it really special was what the prof said after he woke up. "What is wrong with you, falling asleep? Bring some coffee. And I don't smell any smoke. If you smoked before class you wouldn't fall asleep like that."