When I first got to the class, Individual Differences (~Interpersonal Communication), I had trouble accepting who my professor was.
Almost jumping into the room from a back office, a mountain of a man began to take up a large section of all of the free space in the room. Now, I'm not talking about a fat man. This man was, instead, heavily muscled -- a big, black, bodybuilder type wearing a short sleeve shirt that was about to bust open from trying to contain him. This man and his mannerisms are best depicted by the muscle-bound president in a movie called Idiocracy:
One day, I was rushing to turn in a report and couldn't fix the font size in time. I handed in a report with double-size font. My paper was excellent (worthy of an A grade), and was more than long enough, even with proper font size -- as an email from this teacher of mine explained. But the large font size was taken not as an unintended last-minute mistake that I couldn't fix in time -- but rather as a deliberate attempt to deceive.
My professor wouldn't take explanation for an answer. It was clear to him that I was being covert -- even though I had no reason to be (grade A paper, more than long enough) -- and that I should get a "C" grade for being covert. And this guy was teaching us a class on how to deal with different people???
The irony was too much.
I have less to say about my Abnormal Psychology professor, other than that he was as creepy as a small man can get. Always wearing all black and never showing normal emotions except for cold restraint and uncomfortable pauses. This professor is best depicted by a character in another movie, Sin City, named "Kevin" (no last name):
Would you take Abnormal Psych from a guy who looked just like that?
:-)
Ed
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