~Call Me Carter, But I’m Going To Complain~
I have never complained about a professor like I am about to.
I love my classes, for the most part. I am lucky enough to be surrounded by a department of teachers whose soul purpose is helping us learn the material and succeed in our studies. All except one.
Dr. Van Ornum, professor of Measurement and Evaluation for teacher education, has received excellent reviews for his class, a helpful guy and an “easy A.” While I am not too sure about the former, he definitely is an “easy A.”
A few weeks ago my class took a test based on only half of what is actually considered “Measurement and Evaluation.” The man, with his odd hand gestures and senseless rambling, gave us all 55 point curves after realizing two sections of his test were designed poorly. “Only two?” I thought to myself.
Anyway, most if not all of the class received a decent grade. Tomorrow I have his midterm, and did I study for it? Nope. Here is why.
Van Ornum did not go over more than half of the material presented on the study guide. “Teacher made tests,” for example, was a project technically due last friday which none of us have even been told to start. This will be on the midterm, which I predict will be curved another 55, if not 100 points.
The text book does not correlate at all with why President Carter was a complainer, why Sputnik flies above our heads and why I should give a damn about his obsession with name cards. On the last day he should have reviewed for this test, he had us watch a video on autism. This class has nothing to do with autism. Ironically, this is a class based on how to give a test.
Maybe it is a joke, and this first person to call him out on it wins a cash prize, followed by the expression, “And this is how not to prepare students for an exam.” If this is not the case, I do not appreciate wasting money on silly lectures pulled out of a hat. I do not care for his anecdotes or obnoxious humor. Spraying dishwasher soap on the whiteboard was not that funny, and it probably caused a bunch more work for the janitor who had to clean up your mess. Other students maybe amused, but I am not. Here, I’ll give you back my 98.
Just teach me something relevant for crying out loud!