The bash the crappy College Profesors from your Past thread!

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I've had an Ageing instructor who appeared to be pushing 60. He was always hunched over, and he saw me as a "Hard Case". He's even had the nerve to imply that another student who was in my Job Prep Programme was better than me. That student never washed himself, he didn't brush his teeth, his hair was always a greasy mess, he smelt of soiled Diapers, due to his seroius BO, and he would cry over everything. He was also severley out of shape, and his posture was really bad. He spoke like Mickey Mouse with a Cockney Accent. I can't beeeeellllliiiiivvveee that my Head Instructor would even suggest that Manchild was better than I was.

There was also an Instructor who went by the name of Dinah. She thought that she was so Mentally "Handicapped" that I couldn't understand my own Accent, which is in fact...play the Horn! The London Cockney! That's happened after a "Low Matinence woman" whom was in my Programme had the nerve to make fun of my wonderful Cockney Accent! I can't believe that I've actually confided in that Blonde in Disquise. I'm dancing around...singning, "I feel like Dinah tonight, like Dinah, tonight!" I'd love to clobber her over the head, with the back end of one of my toy Routemasters!

Than there was Teresse. How I hated her! She had this 1940s Mind-Set that all Men should have short hair and that it should be combed back, like in those old movies from you've guessed it! The 1940s! She also had it in her Femmine Brain that all Women should curl their hair and paint their faces with make-up. And Man, did she ever talk! She had an Irish Accent and she was very hard to understand. Everybody would start falling asleep, after just twenty minutes of her NT babble. I would challenge her to Talking Contests, to see who could talk the most, durring her Sessions. With my Cockney Accent and whatever Accent she had, it was like a dispute between Britian and Northern Ireland in a Strictley Canadain Classroom.

Who wants to go next?

I was feeling very rebellious, when I was typing this.

I've always hated my teachers for making me do work, and telling me to study. I mean, I've been in the fifth grade for ten years. I know how things are done and I don't need some green-behind-the-ears teacher telling me.

I was usually quiet up at the back and I thought they wouldn't know if I was there or not.

Except once,
One tute group we were discussing how accounting numbers affect managers behaviour (eg if an accounting policy will result in lower reported profits will it affect managers/directors decision making and stock market implications even if there is no change to cash, that type of stuff). I commented using the phrase "its a bit academic" (meaning no practical point to it). I'm not usually good at picking up body language, but there was no doubt my professor stared at me with venom in his eyes.

Someone warned me he was the type who could fail you just because he didn't like you.

Anyway, I passed.

My last programming professor weren't very good.
He never helped out, and he always asked trick questions to the point that no one dares answer anymore.

My current professor in mandarin chinese is very good though

Miy name is Dr Kimoshita. If yoo don't understand me, drrop crass.