Man, fuck classroom commentators.
Case 1, Labor Economics: The professor has a bunch of stats up in the first class. They’re divided up by race, gender, part time versus full time, pretty much any imaginable division. I’m trying to pay attention, and this schmuck sitting in the back row says, in a booming voice but to no one in particular, “Yeah, I see where this is going.”
The prof says, “So, does anyone see anything in particular with regard to black women?”
Black women work more hours in part-time jobs than any of the other categories.
“Yeah, no one wants to touch that one,” booms the schmuck.
He’s criticizing the statistics, but he doesn’t even bother to look past his prejudice that a part-time job = bad, and thinks everyone’s afraid to say anything bad about black women. The whole purpose of economic reasoning is to say, “And then what?”. He’s never going to ask “And then what?”. He’s just going to sit in the back, booming out his asinine commentary, until someone gives him a degree to make him go away.
Case 2: Test 1 in econometrics was 70% multiple-choice, 30% short-answer. Fine, okay, statistics is weird to take in multiple-choice format, but no big deal. The professor is a Chinese woman, which I mention only because of the following exchange:
“Professor’s racist, man,” says one of my white male classmates.
“Yeah, I know, look at these scores,” says another. They both look at me for approval, at which point I hide my paper and have somewhere else to be. (Just because we’re demographically similar doesn’t mean I drank instead of studying too.)
Test 2: She changes the format. Instead of 70-30, she’s doing 100% short-answer. Awesome. Just give me the problems, let me work through them, and there’s a partial credit opportunity.
“Professor’s racist, man,” fumes the same guy. “She took away multiple-choice because I got most of my points on it last test, and she just wants to fuck the Americans.”
I suppose I should figure out the probability of getting most of your points from a subset of 30% of those available and throw it onto his desk, but in the mean time I’ll just take solace in the fact that he’s a miserable student and he’s going to fail out of the program.