Fuck you, you cunts.
As if linear algebra isn’t hard enough to grasp in the first place without some twat chatting in the bacjground about what Linux kernel has to his moronic mates.
Fuck you. Next time you do it, I’ll not fucking ask that you stop, I’ll throw my calculator at your head.
phew
I’d also like to add a ‘FUCK YOU’ to the people who talk in lectures. And while I’m at it, another ‘FUCK YOU’ to people who don’t turn up to meetings when we’re trying to do a group project.
I’m getting sick of it. Get your lazy asses into uni!
Such nerds. Talking about Linux? Sheeeesh.
[Hijack] Second one pisses me off so much.
Lazy arse: Ooh I found the script I’ll take the main role
Rest of us: Sure you’re going to turn up to rehearsals?
LA: Yeah!
Number of rehearsals: 20
LA Appearances: 4
[/hijack]
Do you think I should migrate from Windows to Linux? I’ll still want to play World of Warcraft online, though. Do they make that for Linux, or do you buy the Windows version and Linux will have a patch to make it work in Linux? Will Redhat have that patch or do I need to write a Perl script? Were you in CS 101 when they covered that?
I heard it worked under WinE, but dont have any corroboration. I would love to know myself, I was thinking of turning one of my windows boxes into a SuSe box. Would love to be able to play WoW under linux=)
Quitting EQ, played EQ2 for all of a 4 days [am jonesing for WoW…cant wait until it goes live TOMORROW and I get my copy…] and found it less than interesting…
I was 2 days into the beta stress when I resigned as an eq1 guide…and am going to consolidate my 4 good characters from 4 accounts down to 1 account in january wjhen my prepaid EQ accounts timeout. We decided to keep 1 eq account for a year, but I seriously doubt that mrAru and I will be playing much EQ=\
Linear algebra at Edinburgh Uni? First year maths? Still in the enormous lecture theatre on Buccleuch place?
I’m afraid I must hang my head in shame, since I used to throw paper aeroplanes therein.
Yes. Oh my og, FUCK YES.
I especially hate the assholes who sit a row behind me in lecture, lean forward and chat with each other so they’re talking RIGHT IN MY EAR! What the fuck? And even worse are the professors who let this happen. My psychology prof is awesome. She once made a guy and a girl stand up in front of the class and told them that since they were chatting during classtime, and disrupting the students, that they obviously knew the material well enough to teach the class… they stood there like idiots and we all laughed at them.
Still… why do you go to class to chat!!! I mean, sometimes I don’t pay attention, as I’m playing around on my laptop instead of paying attention right now, but at least I’m not disrupting others! :mad:
I’m there.
I was taking algebra for the SECOND time, since I’d not quite passed it the first time, and was running late one day to the gigantic friggin’ auditorium where it was taught to several hundred students simultaneously; it was raining, and I’d had to duck and run from awning to awning from my previous class.
I arrived wet anyway, and all the seats up front were taken. I wound up having to sit up in the nosebleed section. Still, I was on time. I got out my notebook and homework, and prepared for the day’s lesson.
…and the two dippy chicks sitting against the wall, two rows back, would NOT shut up, even when the lecture started. As their conversation grew more animated, I could not hear the professor.
“Pardon me,” I said, “I’m trying to hear the lecture–”
“Well, why don’t you go sit somewhere else, then?” one of them snapped, in the obligatory snotty tone.
I kind of lost it for a minute, there; like I said, I’d had to run clear across campus in a rainstorm, and I wasn’t having a good moment, and if I HAD been able to find a seat any closer, I WOULD have… and I do remember the first words out of my mouth being, “Listen, you fucking whore…”
Partway through my tirade, the one who’d snapped at me hid her face behind her notebook. I remember saying something to the effect of, “Yeah, you’d BETTER hide, bitch, because…”
They didn’t say a word for the rest of the lecture. Unfortunately, I was too worked up to really focus on the lesson after that.
Man, if you’re not going to pay any attention, why come to class? Million damn coffee shops out there, and THEY decided to have their little chat in a class that cost ME too damn much money to begin with…
And is it too much to ask to turn off your cell phone when you go into a lecture?
I had a prof who would insist on speaking to the person who called, and after the first few incidents, phones never rang in class again…
A way to force your professor to do something about people chatting is to keep raising your hand and asking her to repeat what she just said because you didn’t hear it. It shouldn’t take long for the professor to realize what the problem is and/or for the cunts to realize that they have drawn attention to themselves.
Anyone who spends time talking about the finer details of Linux kernel versions should not need a class in linear algebra in the first place.
I sat in on lecture for a class for which I was a lab instructor. I usually got there a little late (blush) so I usually slipped in the back.
There was a group of people who would sit in the back and yak yak yak yak yak . . . Until the prof said something was going to be on the test, when suddenly they’d perk up and start asking each other (duh!) “What did he say?” “What? What was it?” “He said something about the test.” “Huh? Omigod. What did he say?” :rolleyes:
One day I sat right behind them, and when they started talking, in normal conversational tones, not even bothering to whisper, I leaned forward and said in a firm, admonitory tone, “Excuse me, would you please stop talking. I’m trying to hear the lecture.”
They glared at me as if to say, who the hell do you think you are? I am young enough that I can still “pass”, and they weren’t in my lab (otherwise I would have have yelled at 'em instead of just asking them to shut up), so I think they thought I was just a student, but they did shut up. I made it a point to sit right next to them all semester, even though they’d move around to random places in the back of the lecture hall to try to avoid me, 'cause I guess I’m just a bitch that way, and if they spoke above a whisper or for any length of time, I’d ask them to quiet down.
At some point, somebody “outed” me as a lab instructor, so they stopped giving me the dirty look, and then it wasn’t half as fun. 
As a professor, it’s hard to keep people quiet. If they’re in the back of the room, they can be pretty loud and disruptive to the people around them without me hearing them. I try to watch for flapping jaws, but enough of them chew gum that it can be hard to pick out the yakkers. And about the third time you ask people to please be quiet, it’s disrupting the class almost as much as letting them talk.
I have found it useful to tell them to shut up or, if their conversation is so important, leave. I have only once had to actually insist that students leave. (I refused to go on with class until they picked up their things and slunk out. They were in the front row, by the way. Dickheads.)
My Sociology professor is a great teacher, but is incredibly lame about this sort of thing. When someone complains about students chattering, he usually makes a joke and returns to teaching.
My Mass Comm professor, on the other hand, singles them out, makes them stand up and explain to the class what is so important that they must ramble about, and then tells them to get their things and leave.
Your class talkers went out to the movies the other night too. A whole mob of them sat right in front of me, talking full volume, climbing in each other’s laps, and flashing their cell phones at each other. Assholes. I shushed one set, but couldn’t reach the rest. Didn’t matter; there was a full-grown adult asshole and his squeaky kid sitting right down the row from me, exhibiting the same behavior. Heathens.
I don’t hear real well in the first place, so I always sat close to the front of the class in college. I was that bitch who shut people up then too. Why not? If I’m paying for the privilege of being there, I expect to be able to hear the instructor/movie.
Seriously, people who talk during lectures must occupy the lowest levels of Hell when they die.
You’d think this would work, but in all of my classes, the shitheads who were doing the talking were the ones who would ask the teacher to repeat stuff! That’s, of course, after she’d already repeated it for those of us who couldn’t hear her thanks to aforementioned shitheads.
(The teachers are also to blame. They’re so afraid of failing anybody that they’d bend over backwards to accomodate all sorts of delinquent behaviour. They’d repeat themselves for the talkers, allow the slackers a month-extension on assignments with no penalties even though the rest of us turned our assignments in on time … ARGH! :mad: )
[ul]
[li]If you talk during a lecture, you are a shithead[/li][li]If you talk during a guest lecture, you are a fucking shithead[/li][li]If you are doing a forensics course, and the Director of Forensic Science for your federal police is giving a guest lecture, and you fucking talk through it, you are the shittiest fucking shithead ever shat (or fucked) into existence, and god I hope he never agrees to hire your fucking shitheaded ass[/li][/ul]
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When I was a TA, I’d just sort of not-quite-yell at them. More like a very forceful “Excuse me! I’m the one at the front of the class, which means I’m the lecturer. Are we all clear on this?” If they did it more than once, I told them they couldn’t sit together anymore, or I’d stop giving them attendance and participation grades for the sections.
As for cell phones, though, so long as they didn’t answer it in class, I didn’t get too upset. I’ve forgotten to turn mine off often enough!!
Second year Computer Science, down at JCMB, King’s Buildings. Was at Appleton Tower last year, though.
I had a lecturer who would put money at the front of the lecturer theatre and say “If I start to bore anyone, then can take this money and go for a coffee”
I SO wanted to see someone do it. But they never did.
My physics alma mater, where I learned holography. Is the holo-microscope display still on the 4th floor?
The award winning Appleton Tower, you mean.