BS, and I Don’t Mean Bachelor of Science

In your college career, you will encounter some very "interesting" professors. I had one that used to read his own essays on Victorian poetry out loud in class. He used the most obscure, pompous language that you could imagine. What was even more irritating was his giant comb-over.  His hair was past his shoulders, then he combed it over the top.  His favorite word was "ameliorate" which was what I could have done for that god-awful hair-do with a sharp pair of scissors. Sigh. These are the kind of people that make up friends to talk to on the phone just so it looks like someone has an interest in their drivel. I was often overcome with the sheer magnitude of his verbosity (translation: he was a giant wind-bag of b.s.)

This brings me to the real point of this post: sometimes college isn't really about learning; it's about learning to endure. You will frequently get fed up, and ask yourself if there is any real point in any of this.  You'll be so tired that you feel like all the blood's been drained out of your body. You might go through a phase where you'll want to quit everyday. Just take it one day at a time, and you will get through. Don't focus on how many courses, or years, or semesters you have left or you'll go crazy. But you can get through anything if you can imagine yourself flipping off all the pompous asses as you take your diploma in hand. Do it for yourself, because you surely won't be motivated by a lot of the meaningless assignments you'll be forced to complete over the course of your degree.

Any tales of horrid profs you'd like to share? Do you agree that sometimes it's more about enduring than learning? Do tell.