I Hate My Biology Professor

One of the things that happens at the end of a college semester is course/teacher evaluation. Usually, this is no big deal. On the last day of class the evaluations are passed out and students quickly fill them out so they can get on with their lives. I am usually in this category.

However, this semester is ending soon and I feel that I have to take at least one evaluation seriously: biology. I can't stand my biology professor. To express this feeling, I wrote a letter to attach to the back of the evaluation. Here it is:

To Whom It May Concern:

[My legal council advised me not to release my professor's name] is undoubtedly one of the worst teachers I have ever had. There is absolutely no reason that she should be allowed to continue to teach at the university.

On the first day of class, she said "Nothing in science can be proven. It is all well excepted ideas, but none of it is proof or truth." Is that not the dumbest fucking thing you have ever heard? I thought I was in a church, not a classroom.

Throughout the rest of the semester, her teaching style was less than good. I honestly feel that I would have probably learned more from a garden hose. Seventy percent of the notes she gave were all in question form. I would usually have a very little if any problem with this, but she never answered the questions she posed. She just moves on to the next set. When the notes were not questions, they were so poorly constructed that by the time I could decipher what the hell she was trying to say, she moved on. I understand that the average college professor is very busy, but surely they can find the time to use verbs and proper punctuation. Another brilliant teaching method [Again, legal council advises no names] implemented in class was the use of graphs. I think she liked these because they always had bright colors on them. I assure you, there was no relevant information on said graphs. The most useful piece of knowledge I gained from them was that 1910 was a bad year to be a moth.

The tests were not terribly difficult, but only because I read the book. If I was relying on her teaching alone, I would have been lucky to get a D. The only reason I attended class was because she would give god forsaken, unannounced quizzes once or twice a week.

On a more personal note, her voice was so annoying it was all I could do to stop myself from ripping of the top of my desk and bashing in my skull. Also, her outfits were as bad looking as her notes. I understand that this has nothing to do with her teaching the material, but it was quite a distraction. Many times I would catch myself asking, where the hell do you even find clothes like that? The ‘take me please’ bin at a local liquor store?

You people have a real mess here. I strongly suggest you clean it up before next semester. There is no need for a new wave of students to have to go through this kind of torture.

Have a lovely day.

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