My landwhale professor cares more about eating than teaching I need to rant about my landwhale professor. Every class she waddles in with fast food and a piggy little smirk on a punchable face. Sort of like Umbridge in the Harry Potter series, but much fatter. The first thing she said to the class on the first day was, not surprisingly, "Where do they sell soda in this building?" She sits when she teaches, occasionally standing up and bending her knees dramatically. She explained she has bad knees, and I think we all know the reason for that. When we had a guest speaker, this fatty would constantly interrupt the guest with snooty comments and show disinterest by playing on her iPad. She provided the class with a study guide for our midterm, but it had absolutely nothing to do with content she discussed in class or that was included in our readings. So my classmates and I spent several hours working together, trying to find answers to this irrelevant study guide. When we asked to go over it in class, she admitted to not knowing the answers and went with "what sounded right." The actual midterm subsequently contained lengthy and ambiguous scenarios that all our studying could not have helped with. I'm angry that my tuition dollars are going towards feeding this monstrosity instead of furthering my education. Obese professors are an injustice to academia.