The College Class I Dropped on the First Day…

The professor was late and showed up in sweaty gym clothes and carrying a racquetball racket. He never put it down during the class holding it and at times waving it around as he spoke. He started by sharing how he’d just come from playing racquetball and how much he liked it. No problem, I thought, here’s a guy who likes to work out right before class. Besides, I like it when professors sometimes stray and give personal details of their lives, it makes them more human and interesting.

He quickly started swearing, using the F word and other such words a lot. No problem I thought, he’s a man who swears. A lot! As he walked back and forth in front of the class, each time he’d swear, he’d stop, whip around with intense eyes and scan the class, asking if he’d offended anyone. Each time he seemed disappointed that no one reacted.

No problem I thought, here’s a guy who is trying to shock us and eager to get a rise out of us. But I was kind of hoping he’d get to the point, about the class topic he was going to teach. He didn’t.

Then for the whole long class, I noticed that he didn’t tell us where he’d be going with the class, he didn’t teach us a darn thing, he rambled and inserted 4-letter words. He told us swear words were just words. He seemed to be making up his speech as he went. There were periods of silence as he thought up what to tell us next about racquetball or how swearing was just words. And to please let him know if we were shocked. I was bored and becoming desperate for a little teaching. I took my college seriously. After class I asked him to sign my withdrawal.

“Did I say anything to offend you?” he asked looking at me intensely, studying me.

That was a laugh! -I’d been in a job for many years before college where I was used to hearing long strings of swear words that would have made this professor blush. OK, if I’m honest, I used to be pretty good at swearing myself, but it was something I’d put behind me by that time to the best of my ability.

“No” I said, “It’s just this class isn’t what I thought it would be.” I could’ve lived through the swear words and racquetball and stories if there’d been a shred of actual teaching on the course subject.

I came to the conclusion that this professor didn’t take teaching the course topic seriously. My time was precious to me. Besides, if I dropped the class I still had enough college credits to graduate on time-I wasn’t stuck with him like some were.

Later, I asked an acquaintance who’d stayed in the class the whole semester if he ever actually taught anything. She said every class was like the first.

I’m not a perfectionist. I wasn’t expecting genius. But the professor didn’t even try.

4 thoughts on “The College Class I Dropped on the First Day…

  1. I like this post. I can empathise. I had such a Professor myself back in my law class. First day, he was almost shouting to us all and was very dictatorial, and the next two classes he was teaching us zero, rumbling all the time. By the end of the second week, I dropped this class and was relieved to know I wasn’t the only one. Someone complained, he apologised for his behaviour in the first class, but for me it was too late.

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    • It’s disappointing when professors don’t care, I bet it was a relief to be free of the class👍😌 most professors I’ve known have been passionate about their class topic and professional. Looks like you got a dud, just like I did! Thank you for commenting!

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