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If the rest of you can write bad poetry, I will can send this along.  I received it from an award winning prof. friend of mine and it gave me some chuckles this morning. 


Fun Things for Professors to Do on the
First Day of Class 

After confirming everyone's names on the roll, thank the class for attending "Advanced Astrodynamics 690" and mention that yesterday was the last day to drop. 

After turning on the overhead projector, clutch your chest and scream "MY PACEMAKER!" 

Announce to students that their entire grades will be based on a single-question oral final exam. Imply that this could happen at any moment. 

Wear a pointed Kaiser helmet and a monocle and carry a riding crop. 

Gradually speak softer and softer and then suddenly point to a student and scream "YOU! WHAT DID I JUST SAY?" 

Deliver your lecture through a hand puppet. If a student asks you a question directly, say in a high-pitched voice, "The Professor can't hear you, you'll have to ask 'me', Winky Willy". 

Give an opening monologue. Take two minute "commercial breaks" every ten minutes. 

If someone asks a question, walk silently over to their seat, hand them your piece of chalk, and ask, "Would YOU like to give the lecture, Mr. Smartypants?" 

Pick out random students, ask them questions, and time their responses with a stop watch. Record their times in your grade book while muttering "tsk, tsk". 

Ask students to call you "Tinkerbell" or "Surfin' Bird". 

Stop in mid-lecture, frown for a moment, and then ask the class whether your butt looks fat. 

Play "Kumbaya" on the banjo. 

Show a video on medieval torture implements to your class. Giggle throughout it. 

Announce "you'll need this", and write the suicide prevention hotline number on the board. 

Wear mirrored sunglasses and speak only in Turkish. Ignore all questions. 

Start the lecture by dancing and lip-syncing to James Brown's "Sex Machine." 

Ask occassional questions, but mutter "as if you gibbering simps would know" and move on before anyone can answer. 


Have one of your graduate students sprinkle flower petals ahead of you as you pace back and forth. 

Address students as "worm". 

Turn off the lights, play a tape of crickets chirping, and begin singing spirituals. 

Ask for a volunteer for a demonstration. Ask them to fill out a waiver as you put on a lead apron and light a blowtorch. 

Point the overhead projector at the class. Demand each student's name, rank, and serial number. 

Begin class by smashing the neck off a bottle of vodka, and announce that the lecture's over when the bottle's done. 

Every so often, freeze in mid sentence and stare off into space for several minutes. After a long, awkward silence, resume your sentence and proceed normally. 

Wear a "virtual reality" helmet and strange gloves. When someone asks a question, turn in their direction and make throttling motions with your hands. 

Mention in passing that you're wearing rubber underwear. 

Growl constantly and address students as "matey". 

Devote your math lecture to free verse about your favorite numbers and ask students to "sit back and groove". 

Announce that last year's students have almost finished their class projects. 

Bring a small dog to class. Tell the class he's named "Boogers McGee" and is your "mascot". Whenever someone asks a question, walk over to the dog and ask it, "What'll be, McGee?" 

Tell your students that all mathematical work must be in a base 11 number system. Use a complicated symbol you've named after yourself in place of the number 10 and threaten to fail students who don't use it. 

Claim to be a chicken. Squat, cluck, and produce eggs at irregular intervals. 

Bring a CPR dummy to class and announce that it will be the teaching assistant for the semester. Assign it an office and office hours. 

Have a grad student in a black beret pluck at a bass while you lecture. 

Sprint from the room in a panic if you hear sirens outside. 

Tell students that you'll fail them if they cheat on exams or "fake the funk". 

Announce that you need to deliver two lectures that day, and deliver them in rapid-fire auctioneer style. 

Pass out dental floss to students and devote the lecture to oral hygiene. 

Ask students to list their favorite showtunes on a signup sheet.  Criticize their choices and make notes in your grade book. 

Sneeze on students in the front row and wipe your nose on your tie. 

Warn students that they should bring a sack lunch to exams. 

Refer frequently to students who died while taking your class. 

Show up to lecture in a ventilated clean suit. Advise students to keep their distance for their own safety and mutter something about "that bug I picked up in the field". 

Jog into class, rip the textbook in half, and scream, "Are you pumped? ARE YOU PUMPED? I CAN'T HEEEEEEAR YOU!"



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Ask occassional questions, but mutter "as if you gibbering simps would know" and move on before anyone can answer. 


LOL!  Actually, this reminds me of my English 101 prof. 



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"Ask occassional questions, but mutter "as if you gibbering simps would know" and move on before anyone can answer. 
LOL!  Actually, this reminds me of my English 101 prof. 
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LOL! Me, too! In fact, it was one of those "old war stories" I told my own students for years. And since you didn't ask for it, here it is. (Astute USM grads may know the particular professor...)

On the first day of class, we were assigned to write one of those idiotic "my most unforgettable experience" or "how I spent my summer vacation" essays. I'm not sure, because although I recently found what I believe to be the offending essay, it was titled "On Unforgettable Experiences" & was a four page tirade about the lameness of profs who assigned those kind of essay topics.

Now, the class must've had about 35 or 40 people in it. The room was packed. And we all had to sit in alphabetical order. I was may 10th on the list.

The prof came in for the second class & began returning the papers with loud comments like, "I can't believe a high school graduate would write this illiterate crap." With each paper, the abuse got thicker & nastier. The arrogance level was higher than a tidal wave on Bay Creek. People in the back of the room were starting to get up & leave class.

When he got to my paper, he ordered me to leave immediately, to come by his office after class & then with a great theatrical flourish, stuffed my essay back into his bag. I was mortified.

So, I go by the class & the prof is propped up with his feet on the desk, smiling. I walked in & he said, "It worked. I got the class down to 20 students." He then proceeded to talk about how I didn't need to be in that class because my writing was very good, excoriated me for not being in the honors program & gave me a mound of out-of-class reading to do. He had done his homework & knew I was an early admission who hadn't taken h.s. senior English & that was esssentially what I read that semester.

Clue for the old folks: He smoked Herbert Tarryton cigarettes. He was a tough old bird, but he sure taught me how to write.

A shame I've let my skills rot over the ensuing 33 years...


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Of course, this doesn't even go near the crap that students pull on their professors.  I remember an old Honors College prof who liked to look at a girl's . . heart . . . instead of her eyes.  When I was late turning in a paper one semester, I asked my "biggest hearted" friend to turn it in for me, who stated I had been ill.  Naturally, I received an A!!!!  Or I should say, my big-hearted friend earned me an A!

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