Back in 1985/86 I spent a year at the Trumbull Campus. No major issues with the classes or the instructors. Some people didn't like that two of the instructors were from India and one in particular was difficult to understand.
I mean, when you are learning about permativity and permeability and the man is saying permittymitty for both of them it is a little confusing. I swear it took me two weeks to figure out that affichechency was actually efficiency. But I didn't complain.
Now the year 86/87, I went to the Ashtabula Campus. My Mechanical Drawing book and my Digital Systems book were not ordered. They cost 50 and 60 dollars and they arrived 8 weeks into the semester. 8 weeks later! Uhg! The MD book was ok. But the DS book was terrible. The instructor said it was terrible. I kept all my technical books except that one. I sold that back for $6. That year I had an instructor that never graded anything. He just handed out Bs, or he looked at you and decided you were a B student or a C student. I had 5 classes with this guy, and it did affect my GPA. He came into our Micros class at the end and said, "How about we just give everyone a B this semester?" Two of the people went and complained that it would mess up their GPA and he gave them As. Got to love college. That year I had a communist for Socialogy, and he got banned from the other campus.
That year I also had a class with my dad. The instructor was this little guy with a total monatone. The class was from 8PM to 10PM, and the guy had the whole class sleeping. Except Dad and me. Dad would be correcting the guy when he made mistakes on the board, and I would be awake because I was sitting next to my dad.
I graduated with Dad that year, and he took all the honors -- all As save 1 B.
The third year was my MERT degree. And the first semester was fine. I was taking all technical classes and the head of the department was this little Dutch guy that was in Holland and made to run a lathe for the Nazis when he was 14. He was awesome. I got Bs from him, but I deserved them.
The second semester he had a heart attack after the first week of classes. I was taking first year classes and second year classes because I was taking the whole degree in a year's time. Well they brought in three teachers to take his classes. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I had class at six to eight one day and lab six to eight the other for the first year class, and the same for the second year class from 8 to 10pm.
Well, they brought in two teachers for this, and it was better for the one to have the class at the other time. He asked if that would be a problem. I said YES. I was the only one. So I had to take both classes at the same time.
I started out going to both lectures. But I got so far behind in the machine shop, that I switched and went to both labs. That really sucked. Oh, and did I mention, the guy taking the second year course decided that we wouldn't need a book for it. He was writing a book, and we weren't going to follow any book. Try taking a class with no book when you can't be there half the time. Ah, memories! This dude was no manager either. It was a nightmare. I went to work for him after graduation. He used to forget it was pay day. Uhg! More memories!
The third class was given by a guy I graduated with the previous year. Now the school was supposed to get us computers. The class was Computer Aided Drafting. Back when it was CAD3.2. Only the computers weren't sent from main, and the department head told us we would not be able to stick to the syllabus because we didn't have the computers. There was one that was always broken, an hp that everyone was using, and an old analam with 9 inch floppy disks, that the computer aids would just dump everything off of when they felt like it.
Everyone was trying to do this on one computer. And this new guy, he decided that we WOULD follow the syllabus. Great. Got a C in that class, just awful. I ended up finishing my MERT with a 3.08. Ick!
5 years later I went to finish off the BS at Youngstown. We generally had books and instructors and computers. My biggest issue was that Computer Aided Electronics had boomed in that time, and I was seriously behind in PSpice. Nevertheless, Going into my final year, I had a 3.87 average, or something ridiculous like that. I had gotten the department scholarship, and was inducted into some honor society.
And then I met Dr. Misery. Ok, his name wasn't Misery. But it was close. I was working full time in Geneva at the time and going to school full time in Youngstown. So, I was leaving work at 3:30 and in class by 4:50 or 5PM four nights a week. I had two classes each night, so I got out at 9:30 or 10PM, and then drove an hour back home. I had to be at work by 7AM, and had to work OT on Friday evenings and Saturday mornings.
About halfway through the quarter, I asked Dr. M. to assign the homework for Monday and Wednesday on Wednesday, so that we could have the weekend to work on it. I thought it was a reasonable request. He was complaining that we wouldn't do the problems on the board. Well, he went ape on me in class, complaining about students who were working etc, etc.
When I left the class, some of the students said, "There goes your A."
They weren't wrong. I had gotten an A on the first test, and was running an A average. I got a D for the class. Do you know what a D does to your GPA? Let's just say, it isn't pretty. I could have retaken the class, but he was the only instructor. And if I aced it, I would have gotten the A and the D averaged. He was the only instructor. But I could graduate with that D sitting there, so I said screw it.
I did complain to the department head. Out of 30 students that started the class, 1 got a B, 5 got Ds, and the rest flunked or dropped out. The Department head acted all sympathetic, but I found out that he and Dr. M. were buddies from college, to graduate school, started teaching together, and were buddies for 20 years teaching together. No chance.
My last quarter I had to take another class with him. I thought I would be lucky to pull a C in it. I was so ready to graduate and get out of there. Anyhow, he gave me a B in that class. I heard he had gotten married and was a nicer guy.
Other than being forced to take 3 physical ed classes that had zero to do with anything, and having two murders on campus my last year there in the same week, I can't complain about much else.
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