My college professors egos know no bounds! I'm a little sickened by it.
First, there's my French 101 professor, who thinks her class is the greatest thing in the world. So much so that we aren't allowed to leave to use the bathroom during class and takes points off our grade if we use the bathroom during class three or more times throughout the semester. I'm sorry. I'm a legal adult and I think I am more than capable of understanding the needs of my bladder. I try not to leave classes to use the bathroom because I don't like missing parts of a lecture. But if I really do have to go, especially if I need to take care of a certain feminine issue, I can quite easily catch up on the few minutes I'll have missed. Also, if we miss class for any reason we're required to schedule a tutoring session to make up for lost points. I'm well ahead of the class already. It took me all of an hour to do all the homework for the first three weeks of class, so I'm all set with homework until class 6. If I get sick, I THINK I can afford to miss a class or two without tutoring.
Then there's my fiction writing professor. She just sent out the syllabus. Three absences for ANY reason result in automatically failing the class. Excuse me? If I'm sick with a fever, I'm not going to class. Not only would I end up infecting my classmates but I'll be putting myself at risk by trying to drive when I'm too sick to go to class. I also don't want to get sick. So I kind of resent that everyone else in my class is going to be trying to drag themselves to class when they're hacking up a lung. As with leaving to use the bathroom, I do try not to miss class and if I do have to miss class for some reason, I always send an e-mail to let the professor know. If I'm keeping up with the work, I don't think it's fair to threaten to fail me if, God forbid, I get very sick or am otherwise incapacitated and for some reason cannot get to class. Class is important, but life does happen.
There's also my statistics professor! I spent the first HALF HOUR of class today listening to him bash my area of study. So much fun! He basically went on a rant about how math/engineering/statistics majors are the best ever and majors in the arts are worthless. Then after tons of bashing, he finally asks if there are anyone studying the arts in the room. A bit peeved, I raise my hand and inform him that I'm a music major. (Not strictly true... I'm technically a liberal arts major, but I was a music major for the last two years and would like to get back into a music program.) He proceeds to ask if I'm lost and, if I'm not, why I'm there. Then he has the gall to act all shocked when he finds out that music majors do have a math requirement to fill and then suggest I switch to an easier math class. Then he carries on and on about how his class will be the hardest class we've ever taken unless we've taken calc 2. Sorry. Statistics is NOTHING compared to Musicianship 3 and 4. And for all his yapping about what a difficult class it's going to be? I got all the homework for chapter one, including the section we haven't gone over yet in class, done in under an hour and a half. And thanks to all his bashing, I feel like I STILL have to prove I belong in that class instead of "algebra for the liberal arts major" or whatever BS class he suggested I switch to.
My creative writing professor had better be a reasonable, rational human being or my head's going to explode.