Monday & Wednesday @ CSUS

The attitudes of all my professors on Monday and Wednesday should make my life into some sort of sitcom.

My first professor is the one that really likes to show off how much they know to the class, and is very curt with people when they don't know how to do something. She "knows" that she is a better piano player (it is a piano class), and thinks quite lowly of everyone else that isn't as musically talented as her. (even though she isn't a concert pianist, and is forced to teach in order make money... but I don't judge)

The next instructor is the exact opposite, in a class seemingly oxymoronic to his disposition. This is Neurophysiology, in itself it is a hard word to spell, and even harder to learn about. This guy seems more suited to something like (camp counselor). He is very upbeat, and doesn't really know how to spell. Spelling is not important to learn concepts, but when he is teaching about Aristotle and he spells it as "Aristolte, Aristlote, Artistolte, etc..." it can get quite humerous. He even asked the class how to spell nourish, where everyone responded with a unanimous silence. He has messy hair, and speaks like the guy at the beach that calls you Bro all the time. (He knows his stuff though, so I think this lecture will be fun. Depends on what grade I get on the first test.)

I then stick around in that classroom for Biochem with the classic, old, and lazy professor you see in the background of every college movie I have ever seen. He walks in, welcomes us to class, and then starts writing on the board lists of big molecules. He says everything in a matter of fact tone, that leaves me no incentive to take any notes during the class. (It is just soo obvious, until I think about it later. WTF?)

My classes then move on to the instructor that tries to be too creative. It's a genetics lab, and we are all set up in CLANS (sets of four). The prelab is referred to as our FREE VISA (our pass into the next class). Not only does she force creative thinking upon us, she asks it of us. Not only do we have to learn the concepts, but we have to take them and think of all the irrelevant crap that goes with it. Today we needed to figure out where the safety equipment was, so she had to draw a layout of the room, and label it fancily. A ten second instruction of telling me where the fire extinguisher is, turned into 10 minutes of drawing the desk, and then drawing the little circle for the fire extinguisher, with its tiny handle and safety info (Maybe we didn't go that far). The class also has the joy of having no chemical shower. So in the event that I start to burn alive because the admittedly "clumsy" girl in the group spills some Concentrated Sulfuric acid on me, I have the privilege of screaming down the hall, trying to find the stupid shower while stripping to my birthday suit. (And the first aid kit is somewhere around there too. They sure love safety.)

I can finally end my day with an instructor whose previous job was probably being a stand in for Ben Stein (He should start handing out free Caffeine injections at the start of class). I can sit there, watching his mouth move, and imagine him saying "Dry eyes? Try clear eyes." A hardass through and through (with some compunction.) He has no choice, his hardships in the past have hardened him into the angry man that stands before me. He recounts the hardships of being a professor, where students don't listen to him at all. (long story short: He's a pussy.) He begs us all to try hard, and flips into sarcastic comments on all our faults. (He did praise an answer of mine, to one of his overarching question of "what is life?" So he can't be all that bad, he agrees with me.)

To be a professor, it doesn't matter who you are. All that matters is that you are nutty enough to work here, because nobody wanted to hire your crazy ass anywhere else.