December 14, 2010

• Messing with My Other Professor One Last Time

  I’m just about finished with my semester!  I only got one last paper to do and I’m all set.  However, before I go finish that up I’m going to procrastinate and tell you a quick story about something I did last week.

  Most of you are acquainted with one of my professors already (as seen in this entry).  I am actually taking one other class this semester that’s taught by another professor.  He looks a little like this:

  
  Comb over and all.

  Unlike the professor I made drawings for, most (if not all) of my fellow classmates do not like this other professor as a person.  It’s probably because he often times comes off as an insensitive elitist that makes a lot of rude comments.  For example, he has insinuated that people that go to public schools are not as good as those that go to private schools.  He also tends to go on tangents by bragging about his accomplishments, which can really cause collective sighs from our class.

  As you can see from some of the comments in my psych class FB group (where we can privately complain during class in real time!), my fellow classmates like to write such lovely words about him:

  

  

  This was regards to teacher evaluations we were filling out (I was being sarcastic):

  

  After he told us a bunch of odd stories:

  

  Remember how I said he can be a little insensitive?  One of the things he likes to do is comment on the boba tea I bring to class every night.  He apparently has never seen such a “weird Asian drink” (as he likes to put it) and would often make a side comment about it during lecture.  Funny enough, my other classmates seem to be more bothered by it than me, although it did annoy me as well.

  So with that in mind, I decided to screw with my professor during the last class we had together.  Before class, I went out to buy my usual boba tea drink as well as a bunch of other Asian drinks such as these:

  

  Once I got to class, I distributed the drinks to everybody before he came in.  My fellow classmate, Bengozen, also distributed Pocky sticks to everyone.  Lastly, I told everyone not to start drinking their drinks until our professor came in and to make sure to take a sip whenever he looks their way.

  Essentially, I Asian drink-bombed his class

  It was quite hilarious to see his confused face throughout lecture that night, with his eyes lingering on people’s drinks everytime he looked around the class.  Surprisingly, he didn’t say anything until after I mentioned it during break.  He was quite puzzled, as planned.  Success!

  Yup, I told you I’m the model graduate student.

  How is everyone else doing with finals?  Don’t worry, we’re almost done!  Alright, time for me to go finish up my last assignment.

  P.S. I did offer him a drink in the end as a kind gesture, but he refused because he said he couldn’t handle the sugar.  Mhmm, sure that’s the reason.

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