So today’s classes were interesting. By interesting I obviously mean that there was something awry with them…well most of them.

In online journalism I felt like I was suddenly in the fourth grade. I really like this class and so far have left each time feeling very good and excited about what was going on. Today was not one of those days.

We were learning how to do tables in html, and the following took place: Professor: “So the grad students have four pages, and thus have four boxes in their table. Now for you undergrads, you only have three pages. So how many boxes will be in your table?” An eternity of silence. Another eternity of silence. For the love of Pete people, if 4=4, then 3=3. I feel like I should bring apples next time.

In my broadcast journalism seminar, rudeness smeared an otherwise quality class. There are I think 6 people in the class, the professor is retiring after the semester, and we have basically told that we can show up…or not…So the atmosphere is pretty laid back and conducive to having good discussions and having a good time. Today one girl shows up 20 minutes late–to a class that has had its starting time pushed back a half hour already.

Perhaps next time you should just not come if your time is worth so much more than the rest of ours.

Halfway through the class she whips out her tupperware and starts eating. Class is from 5-6:30. There are other times you can eat. Then during a discussion of media profitability, she interrupts the professor to tell him that the 600 page book he has published on the topic is wrong. When he begins to explain the details of his point to show that she is not exactly correct, she interrupts again. When he asks her questions to try to get her to actually think about what she’s saying instead of just “I know you are wrong,” she interrupts again.

I’m all for open and free discussion and challenging someone’s points. Another girl in the class managed to question the same points, without being rude. Let the man finish what he has to say, speak when your time comes.

Oh…that’s right…her time is more important than ours. She can’t wait.