Here we are at the first day of a brand new semester at your favorite college. The dean stops by one of your classes during it's scheduled time and announces that there will be no class for an indeterminant period until a teacher can be located. Sounds good, you think, and you go along your ignorant way.
I, on the other hand, realize that this is yet another event that can bring about the demise of my already disturbingly sickly graduation prospects, because I need this damn class and I have already payed for it. During the next few weeks the administration continues to try to cancel the class because of dwindling attendance. It was shrewd of me to point out to them that:
- Attandance is dwindling because there is no teacher
- We have paid for the damn class and the refund date has passed
- the previous professor now a no-show failed to produce a robot that could teach the class before he left, and as such they had better hire a teacher like they initially promised.
logic aside, the board did what it does best-
cave in at the slightest threat of pressure.
They awarded me with a teacher a meager 3 weeks after the semester began. My "peers" hardly noticed that
any time had passed at all, and were vaguely aware that the class had begun.
While they breathed through their mouths during most of the lectures, I was paying attention to
every minute detail of my subconscious mind. Deep in
concentration I would wander across the vast space of the cosmos, searching for
the philosopher's stone that could save the earth from the ignorance it was wallowing through.
Occasionally I would tumble from my higher state of mind and find myself in a hostile environment,
surrounded by beings that stared like mindless drones into the dark abyss before them.
So the next day one of my fellow mouth breathers pointed out to me that the professor had an alternate identity. Made sense to me, the guy was pretty rusty in the teaching domain. It turns out that instead of his true name, he had given an alternate name on the course guidelines, on his email, and on everything he associated with SJSU. He of course failed to mention this to me or the rest of the class, and possibly the rest of the faculty and staff when he applied for his position.
to make an already too long story short, I was being taught robotics by the founder and owner of adultfriendfinder.com.
It can now be seen that there could have been a motive for him to cover up his true identity.
Maybe a web designer is not qualified to teach a class on robotics transforms and application.
Maybe a millionaire CEO doesn't have the capacity to teach because he won't give a
shit about his students or anyone else.
The reason could have been, this is a long shot, that his main accomplishment prior to teaching was that-
Am I the only sane person left on this earth or what?
On a positive note, he did teach us how to make one kind of useful robot:
© stasis May 16th, 2008
back to where you try to sign up for a class like this you sick bastard