You see, in my chemistry class, the students are TOO scared to ask questions because our burly, surly, grey old excuse of a grandmother prof, will shoot you down if your question doesn't appeal to her. This is bringing me back to the days of Joe in grade 12 math. Those days when you were so confused, but could never muster the strength to ask a question for the fear of being belittled for not understanding.
My thoughts were that university was supposed to be an educational facility where knowledge was to be increased. Instead, classes are massive with no chance of even being to ask a question. The office hours (or lack there of) are packed with the students who had enough courage to try to ask their question after the initial denial in class. I for one, am not attempting to go get chemistry help from my prof. I fear that she would bludgeon me in a fit of rage with her hefty atomic models. This may sound archaic to some, however the profs here are actually ancient beings; some may even be looked up in history books dating to the very early 1900's.
With one month left to go, I have no ambition to meet with any of my profs, for I value my life and the little big of academic ego that still persists. If university has taught me anything it would be:
- Don't ask questions or ingage yourself in any way, because you will be left with a sodden, shell of a corpse, which they call "the univeristy student at the beginning of finals".