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Coco plants the idea in my mind when I was back at Drexel that I am a "consumer," a paying customer and the product/service I am buying is an Education. Oh sure, you have to do the work in order to earn the degree, but condescending bullshit from professors is intolerable. It turned out that this was another of those part-time professors like I had at Drexel. this professor had a high powered job at Johns Hopkins Physics Lab and was teaching part-time because its a way of making extra money while doing very little work. This goy could not teach but had such a reputation in industry as being brilliant(like at Drexel) that the university felt they were getting a bargain in having this guy as a teacher. Because he's brilliant doesn't mean he can teach nor does it mean he can relate to other human beings. As a paying customer I didn't need this. I pushed his buttons a couple of times about his teaching approach and came to the realization that it was me who was going to suffer and not him.
I had already seen the end of this movie at Drexel and I was not about to sit through a bleeding re-run. I wasted too much time and money at Drexel to repeat this again. I withdrew from the class but continued with my benign History course which was the right thing. History for me was/is a breeze. I read, write, research, and participate without having to put my head through brick walls. I just got myself out of the curriculum and fast.
When a professor comes up with a "Grading Algorithm" and cannot adhere to conventional methods for a student to monitor their progress in the class, you know it's time to run! This only illustrates that he's a pompous ass. If you can't use the age old method of an A=90 and above, B+ is 86-89, B is 80-85, C+ is 76-79, C=70-75, D=65-69, and F is anything below 65, the conventions established by UMBC, and that you don't simply add up your grades and divide by the number of grades you received to keep track of your own progress, you KNOW you're in the wrong place!
"The hamster says, Pttttttttttttttth!" is a Bronx Cheer re-contextualized from an event that occurred while working at Micro Center. the Manager of the Phone Center had a stuffed hamster on his desk that was probably a gift from one of his children so it was important to him. Someone working there removed the hamster as a joke and mailed it to a manager in another Micro Center store. The hamster began sending emails about his whereabouts and pictures of himself in various places. The hamster was shipped to every one of the Micro Center stores and post card emails were sent showing what a good time he was having traveling across the country. When he finally arrived at the last store he could be sent to, he sent his last vacation post card and within a week arrived safely back at his home in St. David's, PA. It was the Phone Manager at St. Davids who from thereon signed all his emails with the ending salutation "The hamster says 'Pttttttttttttttth!" i.e. the last word on the entire ongoing joke.