Monday, August 23, 2010

You got your doctorate from a Fisher Price Speak-n-Say

I'm not really sure where my professors for Monday Wednesday Friday are from, but I think they're on the Council of Difficult to Understand Accents. It's an evil organization formed to piss me off. I'm relatively certain that my 8am professor is my nemesis. If there's one thing I hate, it's being treated like an idiot. I may be ignorant on some subjects, but I'm no fool. My nemesis, as he shall be known as from now on, is one of those fucking pricks who teaches you something in one sentence, and in the next sentence he makes a statement where he leaves out a key word and ends a statement as though it were a question. Let me give you an example.

He says, "Sociology is a stupid subject."

2 seconds later (quite literally 2 seconds have passed at this point. In a blog filled with exaggerations, this isn't one) he says with a questioning inflection, "Sociology is a stupid... Sociology is a stupid... Ah, subject. Yes, Sociology is a stupid subject."

Seriously, like 20 times in 5 minutes he stands there waiting for some poor shmuck to fill in the blank. Then when some tiny girl finally speaks up so he'll move on with the fucking lecture he repeats the keyword 5 more times as though we're all retarded or hard of hearing, in what is apparently an attempt to make us all pull our hair out. Clearly he's privately doing charity work for Wigs for Kids.

Picture this with more emotion and less enunciation.... much less.


After I'm done sparring with my nemesis, it's on to CIS class, which is a cakewalk. We're learning how to format things in Excel. I repeat, we are learning how to put the square block in the square hole. Of course the professor started locking the assignments until after she's through with the "lecture" because so many people were finishing early. It's like someone giving you a puzzle for 3 year olds but making you stare at them while they show you the difference between the edge pieces and the inside pieces for 20 minutes. Fuck you I can already tell it's a cat and there's part of the tail. Get the fuck out of my way, I'm gonna puzzle the shit out of this cat.

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