It's official, I hate my professor. I start to get this feeling when we talk about archaeological field schools and one of the things he says is "I'm so proud, I made 3 students puke during the first hike." Then yesterday, the first day back from spring break, he assigns us two big projects, one of which (through no fault of his own) is due the day after a midterm I have next week, but the thing is it's a project to make an Atlatl (a spear thrower) and write a report on the process of making it that really would have been a better assignment DURING spring break. But ok, he's still an interesting guy, I can let it go. Just gotta go home and study for my midterm (today) that he tells us Monday is exactly the same type of test as our first midterm. So I study like I do for the first midterm (which, btw, I think I got the highest grade in the class on) and when we get into class today he says "Oh, I had a real [crap] night last night, so I'm taking it out on you guys in this test. No multiple choice, some fill in the blank, mostly short answer." I don't know what else to say that won't spiral into a hate filled rant. But I hate him.
Edit: Why do I spin myself in my chair? Cause it's my chair! hahahaha!