| zorakzoran ( @ 2004-02-29 14:06:00 |
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| Current music: | Low-Fidelity All-Stars, "Battle Flag" |
I am the God of Hellfire
Being a history professor usually bites.
No, really. I mean, we get less respect than the average drug dealer. We're faced with classrooms of apathetic little faces that somehow think that studying business is useful, studying area studies is cool, and studying history is a dreary bore. Most of the time, the little buggers can barely keep from sleeping.
And then come midterms.
BWAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
See, the best part of this is I'm a pretty nice professor. Hell, I don't require people to roll on in to lectures. Attendance? Screw it. If you don't want to show up, don't show up. Heck, I won't snap at people that don't pay attention, that talk in class (as long as they're not bothering others, and so forth).
Because my exams are chiefly based on the lectures.
So I'm highly enjoying scenes like the following:
STUDENT: Zorakzoran, I was reading the textbook.
ZZ: That's good.
STUDENT: And, it's not the same as the lectures.
ZZ: That's right.
STUDENT: Huh?
ZZ: Why would I do that? You can read the book. Why should I lecture on it? Instead, I use the lecture to talk about other things.
STUDENT: (Oh, crap, I haven't been coming to lecture or paying attention.) Well, uh, what books could I read to better understand the lectures?
ZZ: Which lecture? I usually draw on two or three different books per lecture.
STUDENT: The best one.
ZZ: Try Paul Kennedy's Rise and Fall of the Great Powers.
STUDENT: Okay, which chapter.
ZZ: Oh, the first three or four hundred pages gives a good overview.
BWAH HA HA HA HA!
I'm an evil bastard. And I love it.
HRB Index: 64 (-5 from anticipation of evil fucking midterms; -2 from having nice friends).
Current Book: Ian Kershaw's The Nazi Dictatorship