the times of kryptoniteglows

So I sprained/twisted/broked/fubared my foot :(. I get a lovely set of crutches to hobble around on and a $23 plastic wrap thing! No skiing, no snowboarding, no running….

Cliff note version: I fell

More angsty detailed version:

Went to office hours of the crazy professor of that class I detest and at this point 99.99% likely to fail, basically because I wanted to find out my grades for the “participation” portion of his class. That’s all I wanted, but for some reason, he wanted to strike up a conversation and since I didn’t have a pressing need to be somewhere else at the moment, I entertained his conversation. I guess he thought he was being nice and would make me actually care about his class. I honestly wish I could have recorded the entire conversation, just as evidence of the man’s insanity.

-Tell him I don’t believe the stuff he teaches, he infers so it’s BS?

-Being real, I say yep.

-He tries to defend the subject as being credible, going on about how we can’t predict humans…. Blah blah

-Say yep I know, but doesn’t help if your class just talks about the most left side then the most right side then something in the middle.

-He further tries to defend this subject as being real, says I’m “smart” because I’m in UD, I say not really… Somehow we’re on the topic of the incoming class stats (ie GPAs 3.5 and 1200 SATS). More or less, I say I’m not impressed, I was valedictorian and so what? He is like yea, GPAs don’t say much, it’s them SATs. I laugh and say yea right, never have I asked in real life about my SATs. Blah blah, my son’s private school SAT average was 1350!

-More blah blah, tells me he taught in Bosnia and some other foreign county where they apparently don’t speak English well, but he is able to teach the class at a “college level” that I would enjoy.

-I simply say ok, but my look must have been like WTF are you high on? “college level”? This is suppose to be a 300 level class and I’m junior and you aren’t teaching on a college level?

-More blah blah, I mention how he tends to say lots bull in his class and it makes it very hard to find him or the subject as credible. Specially I mention his example of him going to Turion to have lunch with the guys that are building his Ferrari because he wanted to discuss a special paint job. Now, I don’t fucking make up shit or have dreams about my teachers talking abut their fake cars, but he tries to say I’m WRONG and that he was actually talking about his Lamborghini in Turano and he did not say anything about a paint job. Fine maybe, just maybe I got the brand of the car wrong with the location, but for me to come up with special paint job? Freaking *(#$$%!!!!

-Not worth getting into it with him about it, I say ok…. He claims I’m being bitchy.

-More blah blah, the subject of the book comes up, the one that I think so highly of, that me using the pages to wipe my ass would actually be an improvement upon the content of what is actually on the pages. Now, I don’t say this to him, but merely point out that he himself has said it’s a poor book. He doesn’t want admit that, he says it’s best book now. I really don’t care, I just say, it seems like every time I come to class, there is something wrong with the book.

-At this point, he accuses me LYING! WTF DUDE? How are you going to tell me how things SEEM TO ME? Being that I just don’t give a flying shit at this point, I just say OK even though I’m steaming inside for him calling me a liar, I have no freaking reason to lie! Not a single damn one, plus he said I was being bitch earlier, he ain’t seen nothing yet, didn’t even bring a can of whup ass with me.

-Anyhow, he finally decides to give me what I came for, my grades, which are certainly not pleasant. I need a A on the final to pass with a C-.

-Having him caused me enough aggravation and wasted enough time for one day, I quickly exit his office despite my leg having fallen asleep from his ongoing banter with me.

No more than 2 steps out of his office, I fall. Well, at least it wasn’t in his office…

A mighty painful fall, but I figure I would just be able to walk it off…. Wrong, though I don’t think it helped that I went to see my 2 other professors, went to final review session, then biked 1.5 miles home before driving down to student health for them to look at it.

Moral of this story: If ratemyprofessor.com says to avoid like the plague, then you should avoid like the plague.

EDIT: Just wanted to add another part that is somewhat related to this insane professor, I went to class on Tuesday and since it was the last real class day before we take the final, we are suppose to be asking questions and all.

A girl in the class ask if a certain topic will be on the final because it isn’t exactly all that clear from his syllabus.� Well, for some reason he decides to be all cocky or be a smartass about it, saying does the syllabus say that? The girl is like I just asking, a normal professor would leave it at just that.� However, psycho professor decides to do this about 3-4 times again with the girl, before the girl finally says let’s move on.� Even the not so normal professor would stop at this point, but I have an insane professor and the girl ask nearly 3 more times to just move on before he finally gets the freaking idea.� I wish I could have recorded this because the girl was definitely stressed out by him being a fucking retard and then having the attention of the entire class on her was even more stressing, you could literally see that she was almost about to cry!� I’m not exactly the cry baby type, but I was right there with her, feeling that.� Professors aren’t suppose to be making students nearly cry in class!