Thursday, March 13, 2008
Are All History Professors This Bad?
Its the first beautiful day of the year. The sun is shinning happily down, with a slight warm breeze coming from the south, and I am stuck in this three hour class. The walls are white, the fluorescent lightning is making everyone seem ghostly, and my teacher has completely lost everybody in the class on what is going on.
"Alright class, today we will cover the Great Depression through WWII." My under enthusiastic professor exclaims. I believe even he, the man who devoted his life to the better half of American history, is ready to take a leap from our second story window. The guy next to me just started drooling on his overpriced and underused textbook. This is only fifteen minutes after class has started.
Now last semester I had an amazing history professor. I might have had the man's babies if that were possible, I mean this guy made the most boring subject seem like prime time television. You would walk out of his class and have an entire new understanding on your own culture and heritage. This class was amazing, he could have charged admissions to it.
Of course, as my luck goes, I can see the sun fading away as well as half of my classmates. A few people have walked out, someone in the back has started surfing the net for anything more interesting. And I decide to close my eyes and catch up on the sleep I missed by partying the night before.
Its history people, I can read about it later.
"Alright class, today we will cover the Great Depression through WWII." My under enthusiastic professor exclaims. I believe even he, the man who devoted his life to the better half of American history, is ready to take a leap from our second story window. The guy next to me just started drooling on his overpriced and underused textbook. This is only fifteen minutes after class has started.
Now last semester I had an amazing history professor. I might have had the man's babies if that were possible, I mean this guy made the most boring subject seem like prime time television. You would walk out of his class and have an entire new understanding on your own culture and heritage. This class was amazing, he could have charged admissions to it.
Of course, as my luck goes, I can see the sun fading away as well as half of my classmates. A few people have walked out, someone in the back has started surfing the net for anything more interesting. And I decide to close my eyes and catch up on the sleep I missed by partying the night before.
Its history people, I can read about it later.
Labels: boring, college, history, profressor, school
# posted by Q @ 12:33 PM 
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