Shabby Summer School

Well if I thought regular academic term classes were a joke, nothing could have prepared me for the farce of the summer term. Since summer terms are half the length of regular terms, the classes meet more often and are longer in length, so as to get the same number of actual classroom contact time as regular term classes. So if you missed one class, you missed a lot, basically the equivalent of missing two classes during regular term. But that did not stop people from skipping class, and from leaving a class early. By the end of the term, each class had shrunk considerably in attendance size. Since no attendance was taken, the numbers became fewer and fewer as time went along.

At the beginning of the summer term, each prof would announce that in order for the classes to be shorter, the regular break would be skipped. So a two hour class would become one hour and 45 minutes long. Well, the other students would leave and take a smoking break anyway. And then the prof would get tired of lecturing and let us out early, after one and a half hours. So each class was shorter than it should have been.

And it was the same old crap, of being lectured at, with no discussions. And it would have been possible in the smaller class sizes. Guess the profs who have to teach during the summer term are real rookies. It must be some kind of new teacher initiation rite. You could tell they did not want to be there. It showed in their lectures. More of being read to from a textbook we already owned. We definitely did not get our money's worth during the summer term.

Low Education Post number 7

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