Back during the spring semester, I wrote about a certain professor who pissed me off when he cancelled class without notifying me until I'd already walked into the classroom. This semester I got stuck in one of his classes again, and apparently this asshole hasn't learned his lesson. About 5 minutes after I took my seat in class today, an old lady walked into the room and wrote the following message on the chalkboard:
Check Blackboard? What's the point? If you're lucky enough not to know what Blackboard is, it's a shitty online tool that teachers can use to post messages and course documents. Anyway, why would I want more info? This is the same bullshit as last semester. All I need to know is that class is cancelled, and that's something the professor should've had the decency to tell us in advance.
I didn't want to go to class today. I've never wanted to go to this class. I gave it an official midterm course evaluation of a 2 out of 5, mainly because I was feeling generous. Imagine a class that's inherently mathematical but taught in a discussion-based format. Pretty shitty, right? That's why I spend the entire class not learning anything, drawing crappy sketches, and hearing dumbass suck-ups ask stupid questions.
The only reason I went to class today was because the professor promised to finally hand back a project that he was supposed to have graded last week, but I imagine he was too busy sucking his own dick to get it done. On top of all that, I could barely walk, because I have this huge bloody blister on the bottom of my left foot. Bandages and painkillers are for pussies, so I've only been treating it with shitty school brand paper towel:
Unless there's a test, I'm never going to this class again.