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Ahh, this discussion reminds me of this dimwit I had for Accounting this past semester. The man could have been forty or eighty, I couldn't tell, but he looked like that cartoon dog called Droopy, you know what I'm talking about? Well, old Droopy had a sort of half Southern/half lisp way of speaking, and my dog has better penmanship than he did. At the beginning of the semester, he decided that he didn't want to give us quizzes and homework (which would help boost our grades a little) because it was too much trouble, so our final grade was determined by our test scores. Which might have been OK if 1) the other sections weren't given homework and quizzes, and if 2) he knew how to teach the material so that we didn't flunk the tests. He didn't, and I flunked the first two tests. I managed to study like all hell and end up with a C in the class, but it was a constant struggle. He was also extremely rude and liked to single students out when everyone came in to take our common-hour exams. I guess he thought he was just too funny, but I wanted to bop him on the head.
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