The first duty of a lecturer—to hand you after an hour’s discourse a nugget of pure truth to wrap up between the pages of your notebooks and keep on the mantelpiece for ever.
Virginia Woolf (1882–1941), novelist
Daughter’s in the Master’s program, her professor started berating the class of eight students, five of whom did not read the assignment because of a miscommunication between what was on the syllabus and what was on the board.
The adjunct professor is 6’4” and in his mid-forties. He started yelling at the students calling them pathetic several times, looking at Daughter and another girl (both are A students and known for their work ethic). After class, Daughter went up to the instructor and apologized for missing the assignment and accepted responsibility, but told him she didn’t think it was right to publicly humiliate them.
Then he increased his level of yelling and said, I have a specific problem with you! If you want to drop the class, I won’t stop you, and lucky for you I grade blindly, so this won’t affect your grade.
Daughter replied, Regardless, I don’t think it’s your place to embarrass us.
I think it is, shouted the instructor.
I respectfully disagree, said Daughter as she calmly walked out of the class.
The next morning, The university’s program director received four e-mails and one voicemail reporting the instructor’s outburst.
Drop or not to drop? The program director has encouraged Daughter to stay in the class and he will review her appeal, if one is necessary.