Okay, let's be real. We've all been there. Stuck in a class. Thinking, "Why exactly is this person teaching me?"
I mean, no offense to teachers. Most are probably lovely. But some... well, let's just say their passion might be slightly... misplaced.
The "Chronically Unprepared" Professor
We've all encountered them. The prof who starts every lecture with, "Oh, I forgot my notes." Or "Did I assign reading for today?"
It's charming, the first time. By week five, you're wondering if you should be grading them.
Their Catchphrase: "We'll Just Wing It!"
Winging it is great for, like, a surprise party. Not so much when your grade depends on understanding complex algorithms.
You start to suspect they just googled the topic five minutes before class. Resourcefulness? Maybe. Ideal educator? Debatable.
The "Reads Directly From the Textbook" Instructor
Okay, I get it. The textbook is important. But why am I paying thousands of dollars to hear someone read it to me?
Couldn't I just... you know... read it myself? In my pajamas? With a cup of coffee?
Their Secret Weapon: Monotone Voice
The monotone voice is legendary. It has the power to lull even the most caffeinated student into a peaceful slumber.
The irony? They're usually teaching the most exciting topics. Rocket science. Ancient history. It all sounds like a lullaby.
The "Rambles About Their Personal Life" Educator
We all appreciate a personal anecdote. It adds a human touch. But there's a line.
That line is crossed when you spend more time hearing about their cat, Mr. Whiskers, than about the War of 1812.
The Key Question: "Is This Going to Be on the Test?"
You bravely raise your hand. "Excuse me, professor? Will Mr. Whiskers' dietary preferences be on the final exam?"
The blank stare. The awkward silence. You suddenly regret your life choices. You just wanted to know if it's relevant, okay?
The "Definitely Phones It In" Teacher
Sometimes, you can just feel the lack of enthusiasm. It permeates the room. It's almost palpable.
Assignments are graded with minimal feedback. Questions are answered with vague shrugs. The sparkle? Long gone.
Their Favorite Activity: "Group Work!" (For Them)
Oh, the joys of group work. Except, in this case, it feels less like collaboration and more like the teacher is taking a nap while you do their job.
You secretly suspect they're watching Netflix while you and your classmates are desperately trying to decipher the meaning of life (or at least Chapter 7).
Look, teaching is hard. I totally get it. But sometimes, you have to wonder. Are they here because they want to be? Or because they just haven't figured out what else to do?
Maybe they’re just having a bad day. Or a bad year. Or a bad decade. Who knows?
Whatever the reason, it's a thought that's crossed all of our minds. Why. Are. You. Here? And maybe, just maybe, they're asking themselves the same question. Uncensored.
