The Lecturer From Hell: Part II

I had to write about the lecturer from hell in two parts. There was simply no justification on why I can’t profess my hate towards him twice. Hahaha… Neways, while on yesterday I divulged the scenarios which led to a mutual hatred between us, today would be more on the antics that were the spectacle of the whole faculty.

My animosity my Dr. S.K. Rao (SKR) had gained notoriety even among the lecturers in the faculty. Nearly every lecturer in the School of Computer Technology knew about our escapades. The more friendly lecturers even poke fun at me using SKR’s name. And so I hated SKR more. But that thick-headed son of a bitch was totally fucking oblivious to the whole façade. It was crazy. I meanwhile, basked in the glory among the faculty students with the reputation of being the only one gutsy enough to stand up against him.

All that change after a series of events. You should know by now that SKR is an old fool who does things his way, although they can compare to shit by normal standards. The students of the faculty had caught wind of rumours saying that SKR was gonna leave the university and continue teaching in the US. Of course, we celebrated, and none more than me. But I felt disappointed. I didn’t get a chance to really stick it to him. It’s just my silly attitude and my tendencies to become a total prick at times.

So during the final week of the Artificial Intelligence course, he gave us a mock test. After the test was completed, he held a “discussion” period, whereby he talks and we shut the fuck up. At one point, I was totally lost, so I raised my hand just to be completely ignored by him. After some classmates confirmed that they were lost too, I stood up to clear my doubts. That’s when he came over to me, took my answer sheets, studied them, and said something that goes like this: “You have not followed the methods I’ve taught you. So this is wrong.” That being said, he just threw those papers on my desk and scattered them. I protested. So he said hat if I didn’t like it, I can go out of the class. Those were the words I was waiting for. Without thinking, I grabbed my bag, walked past him, said FUCK YOU and left the class.

After two days, I received a call from the Dean’s office saying that I was barred from his paper for being absent for more than 5 days without a letter. I thought it was coz I said FUCK YOU to him. But I would find out later that the idiot SKR barred me coz he didn’t like me walking out of his class. Not because of the word FUCK YOU. Hmmmm… I still wonder if he ever did understand its meaning. Nevertheless, after some help from my mentor lecturer and the program coordinator, I was off scot-free while SKR had to pack his bags for the US.

And since we all knew SKR wouldn’t be around in Malaysia to grade our papers, I took a chance to get even. With the help of one of my housemates, I gave SKR quite a big firecracker scare inside his OWN room. I would rather not divulge the details, but since we were university students, you should know.

I got a B+ for that paper by studying for it for only 1 day prior to the exam.