If we’re going to move on to college teachers, I guess I have a few more stories in that department. I had an anthro prof who was an absolute banshee- I remember that once she chewed out her TA in front of the class (all 200 or so of us) because the TA hadn’t brought something she wanted to use for class. As the TA walked out to get it, the prof made some comment to the class about “incompetent grad students.” Another time some grips were setting up a TV for a video she wanted to show during class, and as they worked she kept telling the class that “This is obviously a Larry, Moe, and Curly situation,” things of that sort. She wouldn’t last a minute on the SDMB- she was constantly and blatantly abusive, and often the abuse was very sexist in nature. You know, if the grips can’t get the video working immediately, it’s because all men are incompetent, things of that sort.
In the end, I ended up nearly missing the three-hour final exam because she had rescheduled it. Admittedly, I would have known about this had I not missed the first 10 minutes of class every day… but she didn’t teach well enough to make it worthwhile for me to be punctual. Moreover, she didn’t run the schedule change through the department; she just up and decided that she would have the exam when and where she pleased. I got to the exam about ten minutes before the end, and she was there outside the door of the classroom, glaring at me. “Do you want to take the exam? You have ten minutes left.” (Well, since in ten minutes I would be able to score about 1% of the points on the three-hour final, why even bother? It’s not like it could possibly affect my grade.) I told her that I had been unaware of the schedule change and would like to take a makeup exam, and she started screaming at me right there, right outside the classroom. I told her that she had no right to scream at me, and she replied, “Ssssh!! Are you crazy? People are trying to take an exam in there- how can you be so inconsiderate as to raise your voice?” Needless to say, she quickly found that such logic did not set well with me. I shouted her down with the Doc Holliday-like abandon of one who has nothing to lose.
Afterwards I found out from another student that she had been in a particularly bad mood because, having not told any administrators about her schedule change by divine fiat, she ended up with the entire class in the classroom ready to take the exam… at the exact same time that another professor had scheduled his exam, and he had done it through the appropriate channels. She demanded to know why he was in her classroom during her exam time, and it quickly devolved into a screaming match between the two profs in front of their combined classes (roughly what- 400 students?) She ultimately turned to the student onlookers, declared, “This is obviously an example of male stupidity,” and stormed out.
I talked to the dean about this, and he said that he was powerless to do anything. He suggested that I call her and work out a time to retake the exam, and I tried to call, several times, but couldn’t contact her. The dean then advised me that she had probably left for Christmas vacation, and that I should just wait until the next semester to work it out. When I finally got into contact with her, she said that she wasn’t going to give me a fourth opportunity to take the exam when I had so carelessly disregarded the three she had already given me. Three? Yes, she had been, in her mind, scheduling makeup exams just for me, and since I didn’t know about them, I couldn’t take them- which, in her mind, was exactly the same as blowing them off. When I told her I had tried to contact her several times over the course of a week or more, and only stopped when I had to leave for vacation, she said that she had been in town during my vacation, and if she were me, she would for damn sure have cancelled her non-refundable airline tickets for the family vacation just in case there were a slim chance that the hellbitch would let me retake the exam. Fortunately, in the end I found that I didn’t need her course to graduate after all.
I had heard that she kept getting bounced from university to university because no one in their right mind would give her tenure, but I checked her webpage and found that they haven’t fired her yet. In fact, I think she finally got tenture at my old school!
-Ben