This entry is dedicated to my BMB211 teacher. I’ve read so many articles about how you should be careful about what you say and what names you drop on the internet, so I won’t use the poor excuse of an educator’s name. Instead, we’ll just call him…Jim if we have to, unless of course I decide to substitute the proper noun for a demeaning noun that suits his character.
My first complaint is the fact that he has no idea what he’s saying out loud. You can tell the man knows his shit, but for some reason it is a difficult task for him to put thoughts to meaningful sentences about rather tough and intricate information. This causes an obviously huge problem for the poor students in his class who sit there baffled by his skewed words…it’s like dialogue throw up or something. On top of that, the delivery of this jargon is awkward. There are so many unnecessary pauses and stops inserted into what should seemingly be a smooth, non abrasive, simple sentence. T-t-t-today junior, is what often comes to mind while listening to him lecture. His voice modulation is also not quite right on the ears. He’ll go from very soft sounds of one word to a loud, piercing projection of his voice when saying another syllable.
It’s just weird. (sidenote: he puts the wrong emphasis on the word steroid…it’s STERoid…not ster-ROID) It’s just the little things that bother me I guess. This awkward buzzing for the 55 minute period pretty much puts everyone that takes the class to sleep…and I’m not talking a nice lull here; I’m talking full out deep sleep. I woke up with drool all over my cheek one day, looked around and saw about 6 other kids still out cold. You might be thinking, wow, this girl is a bitch, and you know, sometimes I think that too. However, I’m paying thousands of dollars for this shit, the least you can do is know how to get the information across to other people…we have to take speech classes, why don’t the teachers? I would like to think that if I was an expert in an area, explaining would come easy…don’t get me wrong, the guy is a nice guy, probably very nice. But when he hands out those tests where the general concensus of the class is a huge what the fuck, and you get a shitty grade on it, the fact that he could be as nice as Santa Claus kind of evaporates into thin air.
SO, I’ll try to wrap this up and say, I have the worst english speaking professor at Penn State and I think teachers in general, despite being at the college level, should still be expected to teach their students, not just ramble off facts at us and expect us to be experts like them (who have phD’s for what they do) in a subject. And yes, I would like cheese with that wine.
on a happier note, i saw kids on a rope today walking through the HUB. It was awesome, besides the fact I had to wait for them to go by, which made me even more late for my bmb exam (which i undoubtedly failed.)
oh dan. sooooooooooooooooo much better. that professional thing was really starting to wig me out!!
yes, naked chicks with big boobs. CAUGH CAUGH!