This first one revolves around a professor I once had, specifically the worst one I've had. Everything I'm about to tell you is true, except for the professor's name, I'll afford him some anonymity and for our purposes we'll call him Dr. Prince. But don't get caught up with the name.
The class was political theory, a 100 level class. Dr. Pepper was very smart, he had mastered the material, but he was a piss poor teacher. Firstly, his lectures were nonsense, hardly covered the material and unreasonably boring. The first test was the most difficult thing I had ever prepared for, most agreed and our grades reflected it. He gave us our grades two weeks before test 2 and promised to go over the test the next week. But the next week the roads had some slush on them and he decided not to risk dropping them in a puddle, I mean it's not like we wanted to know how he gave us our grades before taking the next test.
There was a kid in the class. He was a gargantuan man, in the negative way, the kind of man who wears shorts in winter. And all semester long he'd been grumbling to himself and angrily complaining to everyone around that Dr.Venture was the worst professor he'd ever had. I avoided sitting next to him. On the day of the final his anger mounted and he snapped.
|The kid was a powder keg|
|At this point the crying girl literally ran out of the room|
This carried on longer than you are possibly imagining it did, and at the end of the day, absolutely nothing was accomplished. We took our tests, and moved on with our lives.