Professors Do the Darnedest Things

"My Macro prof is cruel. He didn't think we were lively enough this Monday morning and made us jump up & do exercises!"

Yeah. I had a medical anthropology professor do pretty much the same thing once. She decided that the class didn't have enough energy. Rather than prattle on to a half-filled classroom of sleepy sophomores, she chose to teach us some energizing acting exercises that she learned when she used to do theater.

I remember that class, but I couldn't tell you a damn thing about the course material.

Still, having an anthro professor order you to jump into the air, thrust your arms heavenward like in the Platoon poster, and scream "Hi-YAAH!" a couple of times is a lot better than in high school when my trigonometry teacher was so upset at her class of three students because they looked so zoned out during her lecture. She was pissed. She told us that she felt like she was "up here masturbating".

I didn't understand those words then.

I don't understand them now.

I'm not sure what kind of sexual fantasies she had, but I guess they weren't far removed from masturbating in front of three disaffected teenagers who are robotically inscribing lines and angles in their notebooks.