when academia not be good

do you have any experiences/stories to tell about your time in college/university/higher training in general? incompetent professors or what not are always interesting to hear about, but any interesting experiences from that realm are good

obviously Happy Stories are welcome (motivational Clawing My Way Through The Degree stories are always good), but juicy ones are better
 
This one is going to have an adult warning on it because of a certain act by a terrible professor in front of his class...

Alright so it was 2006 and I was getting into game design, I decided to attend to Texas State Technical College, due to money issues, and moved to Waco Texas. The college had a relatively small video game program, it mostly consisted of two rooms, a motion capture room, and a large computer room where we would spend 6 to 8 hours each day.

There was only one professor dedicated to the program, and he wasn't very good. He was quick to anger, and taught very very fast, when you are learning to model in 3D, in a class that takes several hours each day, in a dark room where you cannot take notes. It can be easy to fall behind, and he did not care to repeat himself or to go over any parts of the lesson. Everything was going okay after the first semester but after the second semester I noticed how quickly he would get angry and would insult/abuse the students. At first being a young kid just out of high school I didn't do anything, but began to fell into depression as it seemed the abuse toward myself and others would get worse and worse because he would move through the lessons so fast that we could never get a full grasp on what he was saying and doing. At this point I actually began to teach myself over nights on how to use 3D modeling programs because I just was not learning it in the class room.

Over the summer it got worse, he would bring in illegally downloaded movies into the class, such as a camera version of Spider Man 3 and stream them during class for us to watch while worked. He would show up an hour or two late for class constantly, and when I would sit down with the supervisor of the program he would always get out of it, saying he was only showing a clip, or that he was not abusive toward us. I even at one point began to record him when I asked him why he was always so late to class just to get one of his abusive rants on tape.

The worst part, was when he was showing us a technique known as bump mapping. In Video Games to add more detail onto the model you would create a separate layer or more detailed model, and create a picture/texture of the detail, and overlay the picture/texture on the less detailed model. Now dirty little secret is, is that alot of video game models previously and maybe even still today, contain nude female genitalia that you cannot see because of the character's clothes. It's unnecessary, but it's in there. Anyway he was showing the bump map texture of a female 3D model. The student next to me was asleep, as we were 4 hours into a six hour class. He had the other students wake the sleeping student up, and pointed to the overhead projector. "What's this?" He smirked, asking the sleeping student while zooming in on the breast portion of the female model's texture. He then began to run his cursor around the nipple over and over again as some of the kids laughed, others remained silent.

I again brought it up to his superior only for him to tell me in the meeting that, that never happened. Regardless by my 5th semester at the college I decided to transfer to a community college back home and never heard or saw him again.
 
Oh my early years in university were fun. I left high school early to study Education from home and some of my lecturers very clearly had a problem with an autistic 16 y/o studying teaching. I failed a couple of units really inexplicably. I had a good grasp of the content and turned in good assignments, but was graded quite poorly. Now, it could easily have just been your typical case of a bright young person moving on too quickly and not coping well with the different environment, I admit that I find it really hard to get myself interested in tedious study, so I made a point of getting a bunch of assignments evaluated by qualified teachers outside the university. Low and behold, they did not find anything wrong with any of my work. When I retook those subjects with different teachers, I passed without concern and I didn't really do much differently. I talked about this with multiple people, and the conclusion always came down to them having to have some issue with my age or my disability. I did run into trouble less as I got older, so maybe it was primarily age. Although, I did have an arts lecturer who for some reason gave me a piss poor grade for a resource building assignment that was well above and beyond the minimum I actually needed to do, and that was not that long before I got sick and had to drop out, so who the hell knows? Fun fact by the way, the course has been restructured dramatically since I was taking it, so most of the credit I earned before getting sick no longer count for shit if I go back.

A couple of more lighthearted ones from when I was doing my coaching exams for dance to lighten the mood.

1. During one of my theory lessons, my coach had me perform a basic figure and then rattle off all the technical information to her. Pretty standard since that's what theory lessons largely consist of. I do as asked, and she tells me I'm wrong. I say to her something along the lines of "no, that's definitely right." We keep discussing it because we are both adamant the other is wrong. As this is going on, her husband who is another of my coaches walks past, so she calls him over and asks him. He just looks at her like she's daft and confirms that I was indeed correct and we had a good laugh about it. I wonder if that was why she made a point of asking me the nastier questions compared to my friend when we started taking theory together to cut costs working towards the next coaching level. It was never malicious though, it just became a running joke that we was trying very hard to catch me out the same way because I'm a smartass lol.

2. On the day of my exam, the examiner came in as I was talking to my coach and I mentioned how much I despise this one dance because it is incredibly boring. This dance is actually recommended to take as one of your examination dances because of how extremely simple it is, but I hate it so much that I took a significantly more complicated one for that rhythm instead (well partly, I also wanted to one-up someone). But yes, the examiner overheard me talking to my coach about my hatred of that dance and decided it would be funny to make me do it anyway specifically because of how much I loathe it. The examiner is a lovely lady but I could have done without her sense of humour at that moment.

Edit: Oh, a small one from uni that just popped into my head, I could have taken a sexology unit as an elective for my primary school education degree. That was just weird.
 
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