Nightmare College Professor Stories you have

[AlCowlingsTaxiService]

Had a statistics professor at UB … apparently he was a world famous statistician from the former USSR. Gave 5e same final exam every year and obviously, it made the rounds. The year I took his course, he brought students who scored 100 into his office to explain their answers. Gave out plenty of F’s after that 

[qwksilver]

I had a newly minted PHD in MIS. His class project was ridiculous. So bad someone sent him an envelope form "Aids Clinic testing center" as he was a known gay. He was extremely pissed. At the time I thought it was hilarious and envious of the sender. 30+ years I still remember this PHDs full name.

 

 

[oldmanfan]

I just hope no one would ever write a story about me.

[Sweats]

A professor of mine ended up in the hospital with kidney cancer, so we got a temporary replacement.

 

The problem was that she ended just about every phrase and every sentence with "ish".

And here's an example........."the peopleish are walking up the mountainish, leftish, rightish up the mountainish"

 

My god, it was so annoying and one by one, we got kicked out for trying to answer her questions the same way.

[ProcessImproverMan]

I once had an African American history professor for an African American history class show us the same documentary (slavery by another name )four times over the course of a 15 week semester because she kept forgetting she showed it to us. She was older and may have started on her path to serious memory issues. Who knows. She isn't there anymore. It was pretty funny though to see her repeatedly ask if we had seen the documentary, us basically lying and saying "no we hadn't" and then her showing it again and basically doing whatever at the back of the room while we worked on course work for other classes. I and other students had saved our older work sheets on the film and would just copy the answers over very quickly. Basically got us study hall work sessions.

 

She also gave As to most of the class if you simply agreed with her and said "black people had it bad and still do because A, B, C reasons." I simply wrote a paper on Slavery by Another Name for my final to really show I had learned the material and paid attention the four times I watched it in class....I had a classmate who was foreign who all of this was new to (she literally said MLK was the nice black guy and Malcolm X the mean one during the first week) and she even got an A by the end simply parroting whatever the professor said. 

 

I had another professor who taught French (Gen Ed requirement) who came from the Congo. Dude opened up the first day about how he came to the US and that his mom and sister was raped in the Congo years ago by soldiers.....real ice breaker discussion there....Dude played alot of African French language movies and had us basically try to answer questions in French. Mind you we were all beginners of sorts. Dude also used to work as a school for troubled people and told us a story of how one of his female students tried to escape and when he went after her, she started screaming "there is a large black man chasing me trying to rape me" as she ran the school and school yard. Another lovely ice breaker topic that first week of class 

 

 

 

[Mr. WEO]

had a calculus TA who had us in a small group and was shouting at us for answer to a question none of us could understand.

 

The answer, apparently--as he started yelling over and over, was "eeeksa secare"

 

(X squared)

[Irv]

Most of the graduate student "professors" I had at UB looked like they slept in their clothes at the lab the night before.  The textbook was their lecture. Nothing prepared in advance.  Just read the textbook.

 

I also remember clearly the professors smoking like chimneys in class.  That was back in the 80's.  I had a night real estate gen ed class.  As soon as the lecturer took a break my buddies and I made a beeline to Third Base.  It was Thursday night.  Five dollars all-you-can-drink.   

 

    

Edited Saturday at 07:13 PM by Irv

[Wacka]

 About 40 years ago,I TA'd  a lab in general anatomy. The  students were all  prospective PT majors and had to take the course and lab  to apply for the major.  I had to teach cat dissection to them. I would go in on Saturday afternoon  and do that weeks dissection myself. One day I had to look at the lab manual to be sure I got the correct muscle when a student asked me what its was.  They then said why did I have to look it up. I said  I have to waste my Saturdays  teaching myself this. 

A few students got squeamish when we had to pith a frog or start the dissection of the cat. I told them "Get used to this, next year you have to dissect a real human body". After a quiz once, I was cleaning up the lab and found the answers to the quiz written down in  peace on the black lab top. Had to wipe down the benches before and after every quiz.

Did have a little fun. There was a skeleton in a box that we had to use when we were talking about the skeleton.  Found a shirt and put it on it. Got a Burger King  crown and also put it on it and rolled printer paper to make an enormous joint. Would have the box at the front of the class and wheel out the skeleton.

I felt old when I  did PT after my transplant this Feb. I realized that the students I TA'd were probably their bosses or had retired recently.

 

Edited Saturday at 11:36 PM by Wacka

[4merper4mer]

I had this old dude who taught about anatomy but he didn’t know a lot.  He asked me why alligators were so aggressive and I got the answer right but then he said it was really hakuna matata or something and treated me like I was stupid and insulted my mama.  I beat the crap out of him and got in trouble.