The Worst Professor I Ever Had Proved To Be A Valuable Lesson

The Worst Professor I Ever Had Proved To Be A Valuable Lesson

You will not always respect those in a position of authority, but it's easiest to take the high road.

As I talked in a small kitchen late the other night with a couple friends from freshman year, we reminisced about our super enlightening seminar at the end of spring quarter. We joked about the possibility of me writing an article exposing my strong dislike for the instructor and the idea sunk in little by little.

I say “super enlightening” in a sarcastic tone, but in all honesty, I learned a lot from the course specifically due to the amount of discord I had with the teacher.

Everyone has had a bad experience with a teacher. With the number of years we attend school, it’s impossible not to have those encounters. It’s really easy to be pessimistic.

I know I was. I cried in class on more than one occasion, but in hindsight, I’m better for it.

The first day of the seminar was great, as the topic sounded extremely engaging and the professor appeared to be very intelligent and knowledgeable on the subject.

The next week, I was extremely disappointed to find this was not the case, and instead, leaving the class on the verge of tears.

To my chagrin, I was faced with three hours of being treated like a complete and utter imbecile by someone who I quickly lost all respect for. One response to a subjective, open-ended question, was quickly met by disapproval. A commentary on a difficult philosophical text led to a snarky grin.

Three-hour blocks every Tuesday for 10 weeks sounded like absolute hell.

Not to mention the assignments flooded in almost immediately and were far too difficult for the level of the class. In hindsight, I could have had a far more optimistic mindset, but you can’t change the past.

I look on it now, not with bitterness (OK, maybe a little bitterness), but with the perspective that such an unaccommodating situation taught me how to deal with an ignorant and unagreeable authority figure.

Sometimes the awareness of one’s own intelligence inhibits the ability to manage one’s behavior with said intelligence, resulting in ignorance. It was without question that my instructor was extremely knowledgeable, but instead of attempting to teach me in a constructive manner, he instead chose to argue over matters of opinion and means of thought.

Initially, I chose to drop the class. This proved futile as all others seminars were full, and so I was forced to stick it out. Every day I fought the urge to scream at this man for being rude to me and my peers. Girls in the class would bite their tongues each week as he argued points which came off as offensive. I stood up and walked out on more than one occasion.

Yet through all these seemingly unbearable classes, I came out on the other side more tolerant and more mature.

Dealing each week with an authority figure who I had no respect for was challenging at best. Coming to class each day prepared for battle was never enjoyable, but through countless arguments, I learned that it was best to take a deep breath and think thoroughly about whether or not it was worth my time, energy, and sanity to push back.

I learned you will not always respect those in a position of authority. Thus, it is better to take the high road (the majority of the time) and bite your tongue, because, eventually, you’ll be done with that individual and onto bigger and better things.

This is not to advise letting the said person walk all over you. If the disrespect is more than you can bare or is detrimental to you or others (such as any form of harassment), please say something. You don’t have to let someone take advantage of you, and it is always OK to stand up for yourself. I did so often in this class.

I simply learned that I can’t always fight fire with fire, disrespect with disrespect. Sometimes it’s far more beneficial, and far easier, to allow the ignorant their opinion and to choose your battles wisely.

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Plaid. The one thing that every private school-goer knows all too well. It was made into jumpers, skirts, shorts, scouts, hair ties, basically anything you could imagine, the school plaid was made into. You had many different options on what to wear on a normal day, but you always dreaded dress uniform day because of skirts and ballet flats. But it made waking up late for school a whole lot easier.

2. New people were a big deal

New people weren't a big thing. Maybe one or two a year to a grade, but after freshman year no one new really showed up, making the new kid a big deal.

3. You've been to school with most of your class since Kindergarten

Most of your graduating class has been together since Kindergarten, maybe even preschool, if your school has it. They've become part of your family, and you can honestly say you've grown up with your best friends.

4. You've had the same teachers over and over

Having the same teacher two or three years in a row isn't a real surprise. They know what you are capable of and push you to do your best.

5. Everyone knows everybody. Especially everyone's business.

Your graduating class doesn't exceed 150. You know everyone in your grade and most likely everyone in the high school. Because of this, gossip spreads like wildfire. So everyone knows what's going on 10 minutes after it happens.

6. Your hair color was a big deal

If it's not a natural hair color, then forget about it. No dyeing your hair hot pink or blue or you could expect a phone call to your parents saying you have to get rid of it ASAP.

7. Your school isn't like "Gossip Girl"

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8. Sports are a big deal

Your school is the best of the best at most sports. The teams normally go to the state championships. The rest of the school that doesn't play sports attends the games to cheer on the teams.

9. Boys had to be clean-shaven, and hair had to be cut

If you came to school and your hair was not cut or your beard was not shaved, you were written up and made to go in the bathroom and shave or have the head of discipline cut your hair. Basically, if you know you're getting written up for hair, it's best just to check out and go get a hair cut.

10. Free dress days were like a fashion show

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It's hard to get it back once you lose it.


In college, time to focus on passions seems limited. The homework, essays, group projects, and exams are never-ending.

In high school, I took my free time for granted. I was dancing four hours four nights a week, but I wasn't constantly stressed. I had time to focus on my passion, which is dance.

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My passion will always be there, and I do get to pursue dance on a smaller scale with some amazing dancers in college, but I am coping with the fact that I will never do another competition with my team again, I will never be able to dance with them again, and I will never be able to learn from my dance teachers again. It's a hard loss, one that I think about every day.

To anyone who still has the opportunities to pursue their passions to the fullest extent, you are lucky. Not everyone gets the chance to keep up with their sport, passion, or activity that they dedicated all of their time to in high school. Don't take a single second of it for granted, and remember why you are doing what you are doing. Take time to reflect on why you love it so much, how it makes you feel, and how you can express yourself during it. Whatever this passion or activity is, make every second count.

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