There is something to be said for higher learning. And that saying is: Those who never leave it have no grip on reality.
I have a certain professor who has a doctorate in History. I will call him Dr. History. I am in his class which is a meager 200-level survey of American history from 1865 until the present.
At least that’s what it said on paper.
In reality I have learned that professors can choose to make courses about whatever the crap they want. For example, Dr. History’s specialty is human rights. So we aren’t exactly studying the main events that have shaped the country since 1865, we are studying how minorities struggled for equality since 1865. His discussion on World War I was an afterthought and did not include its causes.
Meanwhile, Dr. History assigns a massive amount of reading. He claims that he has cut back since it’s a night class. I will make sure never to take a day class with him. What I seriously fail to understand about Dr. History is that he assigns readings and a take home quiz on the readings each week. But, this week he assigned: a take home mid-term exam, readings as usual, a quiz as usual, and on top of that will be giving us the in class part of the exam (are you ready?) AFTER HE HAS LECTURED US FOR 2 HOURS NEXT MONDAY NIGHT.
The man. Is. On. Crack.
Maybe I’m just overwhelmed because this comes on my last week of work and I was expecting an easy week. Maybe it’s because even though I’ve quit my job, I’m still here, as usual, for the next week and a half. At any rate, all this makes me want to take a nap.
Or slap him.
Whichever, I’m not picky.
My night class is dubbed “History of Veterinarian Medicine.” The thing that confuses me is that the professor starts in PRE-history. I mean, how does he know so much about it? Methinks he doesn’t.
Roger
March 23rd, 2004
Go for the nap.
Geof F. Morris
March 23rd, 2004