I Think My Brain Just Blew A Fuse
I just spent 75 grueling minutes in class and didn’t learn a damn thing. The ingredients of the lecture today baked a complete disaster: 1 part guest French professor with an INCREDIBLY thick accent. 1 part technological ineptness. 2 parts education on Hinduism & Buddhism in South East Asia. The result? Absolute mayhem in my brain.
It’s hard enough to understand “Mahakarmavibhangha” and “maravijaya cycle” in my native accent let alone a French one. I even printed out the notes to class ahead of time and STILL couldn’t decipher what was being taught.
But kudos to the professor as she tried to mix some visual stimuli for our aching brains. Unfortunately, it appeared as if the poor woman had just turned on a computer for the first time in her life. It was a great leap forward for my university to install a computer, DVD player, and projector in every room. Unfortunately these things are merely paper weights without someone who actually knows how to use them.
First the projector wouldn’t turn on. Then the volume was muted. Once the volume was unmuted, it was so loud that I thought my ears were bleeding. Then the stupid frickin’ pointer sat right in the middle of the screen so all I could do was stare at it. And in the middle of the earth shaking noise of the short film, the instructor was screaming out narrative OVER the clip’s narrative trying to explain more of what we were seeing.
The result? Me completey shutting off any and all studious effort.
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PWAaahhhhhhhhh! This is absolutely hysterical.
No, I am not having a laugh at your expense- though I’m not above it ;). It’s just that I completely identify with your description of this futile classroom lecture, and recall the Medieval Torture that I endured over the course of my own ‘7 year plan’(grad mid-2000)! Going by the duration of my college career, the # of courses successfully completed (albeit most dropped off the grad-jee-ation road map- “I’d like to take a moment here, to NOT thank my Academic Counselors!”), and the # of schools I had attended, one would expect my last name to be followed with some prestigious abbreviation like “PhD”, or the honorable title “Esquire”. FAR FROM IT. Yeah, I do have a decent job and all, but due to permanent brain damage caused by chronic exposure to the ricockulous teaching methods you illustrated so clearly in your blog, I am also on a first name basis with Walgreens Pharmacy staff (soon I will have my very OWN drive-up window, or Pharmacy I-pass), and have developed both a perception of the world, and a sense of humor that bypass “clinically insane”, thereby approaching “sanity” again from the opposite end of the spectrum! And since it is far too late to reverse the effects, I’ve grown to accept this trade off…
Thanks for the laughs, and best of luck!
Peace, Djulie
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Oh my gawd… Jami, I’m so sorry. I’m so very, very sorry… I hope you didn’t lose any previously acquired knowledge trying to make room for the new gibberish and assault on your senses.
Took me two weeks to figure out what a ‘tah prieckle rah jeester‘ was in one of my engineering classes (guest speaker from East Asia). He said it a hundred times and I couldn’t wrap my head around it: ‘typical register’. Of course.
Your experience was horrible, but it made me smile. Is that totally sadistic?
*wink*