first day of class, Spring 2012
I am dropping the class I started today. It was a very easy decision for me to make. It has really very little to do with the material and more with the teacher.
She was, in a word, erratic.
The first hint of this was that she didn't show up to class until after I had talked to the secretary who called up the vice-provost who called her up and discovered that she thought the class was tomorrow. She then turned up an hour late because of this.
She then proceeded to be exceptionally erratic.
Her lecture style appears to be rambling around in various directions with lots of "oh shinny" moments. There was a brief tangent on the evils of television because you get nothing of value from it (yet she watches anime... but for screencaps she says). And one about how people who use Facebook are just completely wasting their time. And one about how Steve Jobs was evil.
Several times she used the phrase "lah-did-de-dah" as she spoke, skipping past some things.
More than several times she'd stop her tangent and go "What was I talking about"?
She liked making fun of people. She did this, what I would call "stupid voice". Where she'd talk like someone who she thought was stupid relaying information that she thought was stupid. In regards, for example, black masking tape to black electrical tape (she wanted the former not the latter) she'd say in this "stupid" voice, like some slow witted drawl "Oh. Gee. Why isn't this working". Which was kind of funny the first couple of times she did it... but not the sixth or seventh or twentieth.
Once she was discussing something that was on the "principles of design" where she said "But this should be obvious". If it was obvious, why am I taking this class?
And what really got me - because I'm insanely schedule orientated - she didn't know if there was going to be a mid term or not. It depended on how she felt.
Oh! And the term paper. The term paper is four to eight pages. You're supposed to do it on a famous graphic designer. But you don't really have to write anything. Just look stuff up and "throw it on the page and add some pictures". You can write a paragraph or so about why you liked the guy, why you hated him, if they did drugs or how they died. Just... something. Whatever. It didn't matter.
Honestly the English major in me cringed and died a little.
A lot.
As a person in serious need of structure, routine and predictability this class is an anathema to everything that keeps me sane. So. Hello drop form!
She was, in a word, erratic.
The first hint of this was that she didn't show up to class until after I had talked to the secretary who called up the vice-provost who called her up and discovered that she thought the class was tomorrow. She then turned up an hour late because of this.
She then proceeded to be exceptionally erratic.
Her lecture style appears to be rambling around in various directions with lots of "oh shinny" moments. There was a brief tangent on the evils of television because you get nothing of value from it (yet she watches anime... but for screencaps she says). And one about how people who use Facebook are just completely wasting their time. And one about how Steve Jobs was evil.
Several times she used the phrase "lah-did-de-dah" as she spoke, skipping past some things.
More than several times she'd stop her tangent and go "What was I talking about"?
She liked making fun of people. She did this, what I would call "stupid voice". Where she'd talk like someone who she thought was stupid relaying information that she thought was stupid. In regards, for example, black masking tape to black electrical tape (she wanted the former not the latter) she'd say in this "stupid" voice, like some slow witted drawl "Oh. Gee. Why isn't this working". Which was kind of funny the first couple of times she did it... but not the sixth or seventh or twentieth.
Once she was discussing something that was on the "principles of design" where she said "But this should be obvious". If it was obvious, why am I taking this class?
And what really got me - because I'm insanely schedule orientated - she didn't know if there was going to be a mid term or not. It depended on how she felt.
Oh! And the term paper. The term paper is four to eight pages. You're supposed to do it on a famous graphic designer. But you don't really have to write anything. Just look stuff up and "throw it on the page and add some pictures". You can write a paragraph or so about why you liked the guy, why you hated him, if they did drugs or how they died. Just... something. Whatever. It didn't matter.
Honestly the English major in me cringed and died a little.
A lot.
As a person in serious need of structure, routine and predictability this class is an anathema to everything that keeps me sane. So. Hello drop form!