Four weeks into the semester and sophomore student Richard Holden is at a complete loss for words.

“I don’t know man,” Holden somberly exhaled while gathering his thoughts. “You see, I’m taking this meteorology course to fulfill an ACE 4 requirement, but nothing the professor does ever makes any sense.”

Standing up from his chair, obviously frustrated, Holden walked to the nearest door to think through exactly what it was about his professor that confused him.

“Well, he always rolls into class with this guy, who I assume is his TA, and that guy always brings with him like this friggin big-ass camera,” Holden said spreading his arms out. “Then he starts reading lecture material from a teleprompter while continuously gesturing through his presentation of like 67 slides of solid green powerpoint!”

Beads of sweat were streaming down his face at this point as his face fluctuated between a dozen shades of red.  It was almost as if Holden was characterizing a local TV weatherman.

“It’s downright unbearable,” Holden shrilly exclaimed, his emotions becoming gradually more evident. “And do you know what the worst part is? In the middle of a lecture, he would say, ‘and back to you Todd,’ then just stand there for five minutes, dead silent with a stupid quivering smile on his face!”

Holden would later go on to drop the class, insisting next year he would make up for that lost ACE 4 by taking something in the geology department; as if learning about rocks would be any better.