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Hahahahaha funniest one I took was the "philosophy of dance" which was offered concurrently with the dance department. 30 young ladies with killer athletic bods and no brains, me, one other philo guy, and a female philo prof who was also a semi-pro balerina at some point(she was easy on the eyes too). It got to the point where we just felt bad for the prof. She was doing her best and trying so hard but you could tell none of these girls were getting any of it. By the time we got to the final there were about 10 people left and the teacher was giving us huge extra credits for simply going to dance recitals and then writing a one page paper relating it to ANY of the subject material. You could tell she was desperate to not flunk the last of the girls that had gutted it out. Quite the reverse of the creep, we got tired of it being a three person conversation and did our best to include anyone willing to make a point or speak up.creepycoug said:I got my ass handed to me in a "Philosophy of Asian Religions" course in Savory. My ass hurt for weeks taking that class. Philo was no joke.
This happened to so many fucking people. I vividly recall this. Frat boys would come in and discover there was nothing in the Frat House "file" to help them cheat for the exam, because there weren't many exams. Many would have someone smart write their papers, but of course, the classes contained a lot of nuanced understanding you'd only get from being, you know, in class, so the smart ghost writer had no chance at hitting the critical points the prof was looking for. Lots and lots of "D" grades that should have been Fs no doubt.
There was this one really old dude who taught an intermediate survey course that covered Spinoza, Descartes and that whole crowd. He was old school. Yale guy who taught there for years. Super nice, gentile classic old professor. But his grading was fucking brutal. He would write on the board in barely legible notes for 1.5 hours, and those of us who figured out early that you had to write every single fucking thing he wrote did ok. Anybody who tried to answer shit on their own on the exam got ass blasted because, let's face it, it was over everybody's head.
It might be my single greatest academic accomplishment that I got a 3.7 in that course. People would be whining to him after class about a 2.0 and he'd genuinely look at them perplexed and answer that a 2.0 in his class was perfectly respectable. I got that 3.7, btw, by fucking plagiarizing his words in response to the right questions on the exam, which took three blue books to finish. People who were legitimately serious students got below a 2.0 in that guy's course. Trail of tears I tell ya.
Hardest course I took was a seminar with the grad students, which you had to do to graduate with departmental honors. I was the only undergrad in that course, and I'm sure I got laughed at once or twice and I've just blocked it out. Professor just gave me a 3.3 or something to be nice.
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My unfortunate experience was that most of these girls had little to talk about outside of class as well. Mostly the super sheltered kind that didn't ask too many questions and just wanted to spend their time dancing. SS to the max and probably looking for a sucker to support them after they graduate with a Dance degree. The best I got was a dry handy in the dorms that left me raw in the wrong places. I went back to sorority girls and rugby chicks that knew how to party pretty fast after that experience.Swaye said:
WOOD SMASHUW_Doog_Bot said:
Hahahahaha funniest one I took was the "philosophy of dance" which was offered concurrently with the dance department. 30 young ladies with killer athletic bods and no brains, me, one other philo guy, and a female philo prof who was also a semi-pro balerina at some point(she was easy on the eyes too). It got to the point where we just felt bad for the prof. She was doing her best and trying so hard but you could tell none of these girls were getting any of it. By the time we got to the final there were about 10 people left and the teacher was giving us huge extra credits for simply going to dance recitals and then writing a one page paper relating it to ANY of the subject material. You could tell she was desperate to not flunk the last of the girls that had gutted it out. Quite the reverse of the creep, we got tired of it being a three person conversation and did our best to include anyone willing to make a point or speak up.creepycoug said:I got my ass handed to me in a "Philosophy of Asian Religions" course in Savory. My ass hurt for weeks taking that class. Philo was no joke.
This happened to so many fucking people. I vividly recall this. Frat boys would come in and discover there was nothing in the Frat House "file" to help them cheat for the exam, because there weren't many exams. Many would have someone smart write their papers, but of course, the classes contained a lot of nuanced understanding you'd only get from being, you know, in class, so the smart ghost writer had no chance at hitting the critical points the prof was looking for. Lots and lots of "D" grades that should have been Fs no doubt.
There was this one really old dude who taught an intermediate survey course that covered Spinoza, Descartes and that whole crowd. He was old school. Yale guy who taught there for years. Super nice, gentile classic old professor. But his grading was fucking brutal. He would write on the board in barely legible notes for 1.5 hours, and those of us who figured out early that you had to write every single fucking thing he wrote did ok. Anybody who tried to answer shit on their own on the exam got ass blasted because, let's face it, it was over everybody's head.
It might be my single greatest academic accomplishment that I got a 3.7 in that course. People would be whining to him after class about a 2.0 and he'd genuinely look at them perplexed and answer that a 2.0 in his class was perfectly respectable. I got that 3.7, btw, by fucking plagiarizing his words in response to the right questions on the exam, which took three blue books to finish. People who were legitimately serious students got below a 2.0 in that guy's course. Trail of tears I tell ya.
Hardest course I took was a seminar with the grad students, which you had to do to graduate with departmental honors. I was the only undergrad in that course, and I'm sure I got laughed at once or twice and I've just blocked it out. Professor just gave me a 3.3 or something to be nice.
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I had the displeasure of that experience in high school. Shit hurt like mother fucker in the shower. Slow heal.UW_Doog_Bot said:
My unfortunate experience was that most of these girls had little to talk about outside of class as well. Mostly the super sheltered kind that didn't ask too many questions and just wanted to spend their time dancing. SS to the max and probably looking for a sucker to support them after they graduate with a Dance degree. The best I got was a dry handy in the dorms that left me raw in the wrong places. I went back to sorority girls and rugby chicks that knew how to party pretty fast after that experience.Swaye said:
WOOD SMASHUW_Doog_Bot said:
Hahahahaha funniest one I took was the "philosophy of dance" which was offered concurrently with the dance department. 30 young ladies with killer athletic bods and no brains, me, one other philo guy, and a female philo prof who was also a semi-pro balerina at some point(she was easy on the eyes too). It got to the point where we just felt bad for the prof. She was doing her best and trying so hard but you could tell none of these girls were getting any of it. By the time we got to the final there were about 10 people left and the teacher was giving us huge extra credits for simply going to dance recitals and then writing a one page paper relating it to ANY of the subject material. You could tell she was desperate to not flunk the last of the girls that had gutted it out. Quite the reverse of the creep, we got tired of it being a three person conversation and did our best to include anyone willing to make a point or speak up.creepycoug said:I got my ass handed to me in a "Philosophy of Asian Religions" course in Savory. My ass hurt for weeks taking that class. Philo was no joke.
This happened to so many fucking people. I vividly recall this. Frat boys would come in and discover there was nothing in the Frat House "file" to help them cheat for the exam, because there weren't many exams. Many would have someone smart write their papers, but of course, the classes contained a lot of nuanced understanding you'd only get from being, you know, in class, so the smart ghost writer had no chance at hitting the critical points the prof was looking for. Lots and lots of "D" grades that should have been Fs no doubt.
There was this one really old dude who taught an intermediate survey course that covered Spinoza, Descartes and that whole crowd. He was old school. Yale guy who taught there for years. Super nice, gentile classic old professor. But his grading was fucking brutal. He would write on the board in barely legible notes for 1.5 hours, and those of us who figured out early that you had to write every single fucking thing he wrote did ok. Anybody who tried to answer shit on their own on the exam got ass blasted because, let's face it, it was over everybody's head.
It might be my single greatest academic accomplishment that I got a 3.7 in that course. People would be whining to him after class about a 2.0 and he'd genuinely look at them perplexed and answer that a 2.0 in his class was perfectly respectable. I got that 3.7, btw, by fucking plagiarizing his words in response to the right questions on the exam, which took three blue books to finish. People who were legitimately serious students got below a 2.0 in that guy's course. Trail of tears I tell ya.
Hardest course I took was a seminar with the grad students, which you had to do to graduate with departmental honors. I was the only undergrad in that course, and I'm sure I got laughed at once or twice and I've just blocked it out. Professor just gave me a 3.3 or something to be nice.
More story time with Uncle Creepy.
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It's been obvious to me since day one.creepycoug said:
I used to think your routine was a schtick.Sledog said:
Well I don't recall. So many people so many stories. I know you have some Cuban/Spanish you were in Cuba? If so I am unaware.creepycoug said:
And, still, the essential point eludes you.Sledog said:
Who fled communism?UW_Doog_Bot said:
The irony of you saying this to someone that fled communism is mind numbing.Sledog said:
I see we're down to liberal name calling. All the same. Never having lived in the world makes one sensitive. Having lived in the world I could give a hit what you or anyone else says. I've had more insults and threats than Trump. Like water off a ducks back.creepycoug said:
It's God's [Stalin's] way of telling me to quit arguing with the retard.UW_Doog_Bot said:@creepycoug just went *poof*. Too many references to Marx and you are on a watchlist.
Now go back to your Marxist studies. I know how interesting they were for you. Did you do Lenin, Engels, Mao, Stalin Krushchev and Ho too?
Betting you did at least some of them. Just to see. Getting sucked in in college isn't knew here but some of us resisted those washed up hippie professors.
Bad night for cops.
Eludes? Maybe. Don't know definitely.
Now I'm more convinced that you are an actual moron in real life. Either born that way or serious head trauma in your Copper life.
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Be honest - still worth it.creepycoug said:
I had the displeasure of that experience in high school. Shit hurt like mother fucker in the shower. Slow heal.UW_Doog_Bot said:
My unfortunate experience was that most of these girls had little to talk about outside of class as well. Mostly the super sheltered kind that didn't ask too many questions and just wanted to spend their time dancing. SS to the max and probably looking for a sucker to support them after they graduate with a Dance degree. The best I got was a dry handy in the dorms that left me raw in the wrong places. I went back to sorority girls and rugby chicks that knew how to party pretty fast after that experience.Swaye said:
WOOD SMASHUW_Doog_Bot said:
Hahahahaha funniest one I took was the "philosophy of dance" which was offered concurrently with the dance department. 30 young ladies with killer athletic bods and no brains, me, one other philo guy, and a female philo prof who was also a semi-pro balerina at some point(she was easy on the eyes too). It got to the point where we just felt bad for the prof. She was doing her best and trying so hard but you could tell none of these girls were getting any of it. By the time we got to the final there were about 10 people left and the teacher was giving us huge extra credits for simply going to dance recitals and then writing a one page paper relating it to ANY of the subject material. You could tell she was desperate to not flunk the last of the girls that had gutted it out. Quite the reverse of the creep, we got tired of it being a three person conversation and did our best to include anyone willing to make a point or speak up.creepycoug said:I got my ass handed to me in a "Philosophy of Asian Religions" course in Savory. My ass hurt for weeks taking that class. Philo was no joke.
This happened to so many fucking people. I vividly recall this. Frat boys would come in and discover there was nothing in the Frat House "file" to help them cheat for the exam, because there weren't many exams. Many would have someone smart write their papers, but of course, the classes contained a lot of nuanced understanding you'd only get from being, you know, in class, so the smart ghost writer had no chance at hitting the critical points the prof was looking for. Lots and lots of "D" grades that should have been Fs no doubt.
There was this one really old dude who taught an intermediate survey course that covered Spinoza, Descartes and that whole crowd. He was old school. Yale guy who taught there for years. Super nice, gentile classic old professor. But his grading was fucking brutal. He would write on the board in barely legible notes for 1.5 hours, and those of us who figured out early that you had to write every single fucking thing he wrote did ok. Anybody who tried to answer shit on their own on the exam got ass blasted because, let's face it, it was over everybody's head.
It might be my single greatest academic accomplishment that I got a 3.7 in that course. People would be whining to him after class about a 2.0 and he'd genuinely look at them perplexed and answer that a 2.0 in his class was perfectly respectable. I got that 3.7, btw, by fucking plagiarizing his words in response to the right questions on the exam, which took three blue books to finish. People who were legitimately serious students got below a 2.0 in that guy's course. Trail of tears I tell ya.
Hardest course I took was a seminar with the grad students, which you had to do to graduate with departmental honors. I was the only undergrad in that course, and I'm sure I got laughed at once or twice and I've just blocked it out. Professor just gave me a 3.3 or something to be nice.
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Yeesh. Why risk it? Best case scenario, it's 80% as good as maintenance.creepycoug said:
I had the displeasure of that experience in high school. Shit hurt like mother fucker in the shower. Slow heal.UW_Doog_Bot said:
My unfortunate experience was that most of these girls had little to talk about outside of class as well. Mostly the super sheltered kind that didn't ask too many questions and just wanted to spend their time dancing. SS to the max and probably looking for a sucker to support them after they graduate with a Dance degree. The best I got was a dry handy in the dorms that left me raw in the wrong places. I went back to sorority girls and rugby chicks that knew how to party pretty fast after that experience.Swaye said:
WOOD SMASHUW_Doog_Bot said:
Hahahahaha funniest one I took was the "philosophy of dance" which was offered concurrently with the dance department. 30 young ladies with killer athletic bods and no brains, me, one other philo guy, and a female philo prof who was also a semi-pro balerina at some point(she was easy on the eyes too). It got to the point where we just felt bad for the prof. She was doing her best and trying so hard but you could tell none of these girls were getting any of it. By the time we got to the final there were about 10 people left and the teacher was giving us huge extra credits for simply going to dance recitals and then writing a one page paper relating it to ANY of the subject material. You could tell she was desperate to not flunk the last of the girls that had gutted it out. Quite the reverse of the creep, we got tired of it being a three person conversation and did our best to include anyone willing to make a point or speak up.creepycoug said:I got my ass handed to me in a "Philosophy of Asian Religions" course in Savory. My ass hurt for weeks taking that class. Philo was no joke.
This happened to so many fucking people. I vividly recall this. Frat boys would come in and discover there was nothing in the Frat House "file" to help them cheat for the exam, because there weren't many exams. Many would have someone smart write their papers, but of course, the classes contained a lot of nuanced understanding you'd only get from being, you know, in class, so the smart ghost writer had no chance at hitting the critical points the prof was looking for. Lots and lots of "D" grades that should have been Fs no doubt.
There was this one really old dude who taught an intermediate survey course that covered Spinoza, Descartes and that whole crowd. He was old school. Yale guy who taught there for years. Super nice, gentile classic old professor. But his grading was fucking brutal. He would write on the board in barely legible notes for 1.5 hours, and those of us who figured out early that you had to write every single fucking thing he wrote did ok. Anybody who tried to answer shit on their own on the exam got ass blasted because, let's face it, it was over everybody's head.
It might be my single greatest academic accomplishment that I got a 3.7 in that course. People would be whining to him after class about a 2.0 and he'd genuinely look at them perplexed and answer that a 2.0 in his class was perfectly respectable. I got that 3.7, btw, by fucking plagiarizing his words in response to the right questions on the exam, which took three blue books to finish. People who were legitimately serious students got below a 2.0 in that guy's course. Trail of tears I tell ya.
Hardest course I took was a seminar with the grad students, which you had to do to graduate with departmental honors. I was the only undergrad in that course, and I'm sure I got laughed at once or twice and I've just blocked it out. Professor just gave me a 3.3 or something to be nice.
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Funny how the people who know what they are talking about have Econ degrees. While hondo talks out of his ass.Swaye said:
Very good. I did the same. BS Econ BA Pol Sci. Neither one of which helped me a fly a plane.UW_Doog_Bot said:
Yessum. BS in Econ BA in Philo for me.Swaye said:@UW_Doog_Bot when I was an Econ major there were two tracks - BS and BA. Is it still that way?
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Cdawg is telling me that having a BS in Econ doesn't mean anything. You need at least a PHD before everyone will ignore what you say anyways.MikeDamone said:
Funny how the people who know what they are talking about have Econ degrees. While hondo talks out of his ass.Swaye said:
Very good. I did the same. BS Econ BA Pol Sci. Neither one of which helped me a fly a plane.UW_Doog_Bot said:
Yessum. BS in Econ BA in Philo for me.Swaye said:@UW_Doog_Bot when I was an Econ major there were two tracks - BS and BA. Is it still that way?
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I don't have an econ degree, but some of my best frens do. I think that counts for something.MikeDamone said:
Funny how the people who know what they are talking about have Econ degrees. While hondo talks out of his ass.Swaye said:
Very good. I did the same. BS Econ BA Pol Sci. Neither one of which helped me a fly a plane.UW_Doog_Bot said:
Yessum. BS in Econ BA in Philo for me.Swaye said:@UW_Doog_Bot when I was an Econ major there were two tracks - BS and BA. Is it still that way?
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They'll ignore you with a PhD too.UW_Doog_Bot said:
Cdawg is telling me that having a BS in Econ doesn't mean anything. You need at least a PHD before everyone will ignore what you say anyways.MikeDamone said:
Funny how the people who know what they are talking about have Econ degrees. While hondo talks out of his ass.Swaye said:
Very good. I did the same. BS Econ BA Pol Sci. Neither one of which helped me a fly a plane.UW_Doog_Bot said:
Yessum. BS in Econ BA in Philo for me.Swaye said:@UW_Doog_Bot when I was an Econ major there were two tracks - BS and BA. Is it still that way?
Most people are stupid. I've found this to be true in my experience in the world.
