Whenever I stepped into class I felt I was entering Toon Town, directed by the biggest Loon. I always left with tweety birds flying over my head, in a real daze, wondering what the heck I was doing there. Makes an excellent abnormal case study, but the teaching is about as coherent as Elmer Fudd.

A little dense. A little worthless. You know. Very Santa Cruz.

I believe she overemphasized the prevalence of phallic symbols in the literature.

She had us teach the class - one student presenting a chapter of the book each class. It felt as though she wasn't even there.

He’s very confused with the technology most of the time. There are four laptops in front of him and a good ten minutes of every class is devoted to figuring out the Power Points.

Sitting in his class right now. All he does is read from the Power Points that’s available online. Why am I even here? This guy has twenty minutes to convince me to come to his next lecture. So far, it doesn’t look very good.

I spent class time watching Family Guy and the Simpsons on my friend's IPOD.

Narrow-minded windbag in a love affair with Marx.

Not good, just really not good. Man, really, really not good. I mean, wow.

Have you ever had a teacher come into the room, lie on the middle of the floor, and not say a word, much less acknowledge the class, for over ten minutes?

Another cowtown shallowpate with a big ego.

Takes liberty with his own political agenda during class time, under ruse of “creating forum to share.“ Inappropriate use of (student-funded) class time. Typical non-teaching art-ed environment.