I had a creative writing teacher who fell off a ladder doing housework. He ended being injured to the point of not being able to come in and teach. His replacement? A hippie-esque nut job who bragged about living in India and doing multiple day sleepless acid trips in other off the wall countries.
He ended up giving everyone A's. Noice. Was definitely a blow hard. He also put out a CD (remember those?) of himself playing guitar, singing, and reading some short stories. A few months later I saw a stack of them for free at a record store (remember those?) I made sure to grab one. It wasn't bad, but it definitely wasn't good.
Community college, you get what you pay for, ya dig?