Thanks to the smartypanties who--um--took notice of my Butt-topic woes and sent me the article Man Accused of Taking 66 Colonoscopes From Hospitals. That thought-provoking headline was a killer for me.
Why would someone need 66? To sell to plumbers as diagnostic tools? Some weird po-po fetish? Performance art materials?
You really know how to derail a student's train of thought!
That said, be prepared for a major rant after this semester is over (about 3 1/2 weeks). I haven't blogged much about my college experience lately, because I don't want to jinx or jeopardize my finals by having a specific hissy fit, just in case any of my professors do blog searches on themselves. So I'll do a mini-rant.
Let's just say that there are some people who probably shouldn't be teachers.
And I look forward to the part where I get to evaluate their effectiveness as instructors at the end of the semester.
My various unit exams are over in these classes. Only one more unit in each left and then finals. My lowest score on this round of exams was a 96%. The others were 100. In fact, that's the lowest score I've had on ANY of my exams in any class this semester.
I'm trying hard to be a good student. I paid double the amount of tuition to take my classes online this semester because of weather concerns----didn't want to be penalized for not being able to drive down from the mountains due to snow.
I can't imagine an instructor telling me to my face in a classroom that "I have a REAL job that is more important than this. I have a family too. So I don't have time to answer your individual questions about the papers I've assigned you. If you can't understand my directions, then it will reflect on your grade."
Did it ever occur to you that the reason so many students are asking questions is because your directions aren't very clear?
And then to return a grade without any comments on the reason for the grade...how are we supposed to learn what we did wrong for the next paper if we don't know where we erred?
By calling the psychic hotline?
What kind of teaching is that?
I'm paying double the regular tuition for your services and I'm here to learn.
The least you can do is make an effort to teach.
Where in the hell are my bunny slippers?
But my papers are done, and we're snowed in, so I can run around and catch up with all of you.