There's this girl in my genetics class who looks like Jennifer Grey back in the Dirty Dancing days. Every day I fight the urge to turn around and say, "No one puts Baby in a corner."

Genetics is a weird class - I hate it, actually, and I'm glad it's over. Today we filled out evaluations for our professor. I was not nice. I complained about everything from his 'white noise' voice to his illegible handwriting. I really should have complained more about things that have nothing to do with how the prof teaches... But, it's the truth that a professor's appearance makes an impact on the delivery and effectiveness of lecture. Like, how much his thinning hair bugs me, or how I hate that he wears the same cargo-ish pants to every lecture - it's disturbing and thus distracting! And I gave him a taste of his own medicine, on the evaluation I wrote the following --

This class was:
A.) Fun.
B.) Boring and complicated.
C.) Horrible and unfascinating.
D.) Hell on earth.
E.) A and B
F.) B, C, and D.

I circled (F) and turned the evaluation in...


Slapped up here on 5/03/2002 12:29:00 AM by: Me, Suzy...