Sometimes you have a professor who loves being a hardass. She locks the door right on the dot at the start of class, so if you're late, no class for you. She loves to brag about how at least 5 students fail her class every semester and have to take it over again, and the rest barely pass. She presents PowerPoint lectures in class, but doesn't post them online for you to print out and bring to class to save your wrists the torture of scribbling 90 minutes of illegible notes. She flips through the PowerPoint screens so fast that half the time you can't get the information off of them, but too bad for you, because she's not going backward. She has former students come in on the first day and tell you how hard her tests are while she smirks in the background.
Basically, she's a jackass. And the school loves her because she whips students into shape, none of that niceness stuff, and she throws you into the tar pit, sink or swim. She prepares you for all of the other jackasses you're going to run into in your career, forces you to be assertive to get what you need, and causes you to sing "Eye of the Tiger" in your head while you study for her relentless series of exams for the fourth weekend in a row instead of going out with your friends. I hate her. And I love her.
And while most everybody in my class either failed or barely passed her big horrid exam yesterday, I (to my shock) got a 90%. Sure, I studied until I was practically blind, but I wasn't expecting an A.
But I'm still not going to let up. I hate her/love her so much, that I'm going to keep studying just as hard for her stupid exams. Every day, until I pass her stupid class. Or until I have to go rent Rocky again.
