Me And Bobby McGee

What with the recent spate of violent going-ons around the country, I hope I survive a similar fate with which I might be cursed in case any of the people I mention in this article read my blog. Assuming it is safe from such a perusal, I will venture into territories undiscovered, experiences inexperienced, entities unknown and so on and so forth in my usually boring vein. 😛

Okay, college season has started and everyone has had their share of tales about how their professors are. I will endeavour to make you “experience” my experiences with my professors at SPCE.

Now, we have 6 subjects and their respective practicals in our syllabus. Here goes.

Maths

Professor – Codename Barot. Has a persecution complex. Always assumes conspiracies against him. Loves to tell people that they have copied assignments. Loves to target my classmate Nikhil. Enjoys sitting on the first bench and making people slog on the board. Takes sadistic pleasure in making us ask those students horribly naive doubts. 

Physics

Teacher – Codename Edje. Has an asinine grin. Smirks at almost everything. Loves avoiding questions she cannot answer. Pronounces “Edge” as “Edje”. Cannot be seen in front of a darker background. Loves making us do stupid physics problems. Is not answerable to anything we do because she is an ME student. Loves embossing her name on every printed assignment sheet we get.

Chemistry

Teacher – Codename Dullathon. Cannot teach. Yet is supposed to be addressed as “teacher”. Is assumed to wash her *** with hard water.  Dicatates straight from the textbook and expects us to copy. Cannot speak English. Will always misplace the attendance sheet. 

EM (Engineering Mechanics)

Professor – Codename Once-In-A-Blue Moon. Loves acting feminine. Adjusts his calendar according to the lunar cycle, because of which he only arrives in college once a month. Takes 2 1/2 hours to travel where it takes normal human beings just 1 1/2 hour. Writes so painstakingly small that micro-organisms would have to read it.

CP (Computer Programming)

Professor – Codename C–. Thinks he is the CEO of the college. Cannot spell for nuts. Always seems to write in C++. Has created one of the most horrible spellings for “palindrome” ever. Believed to write his love letters in C++.

#include<iostream.h>

for(i=1; i<= ∞; ++i)

cout<<“I Love You”;

Okay, I’m an amateur at programming, so spare me the tech lingo.

BEE (Basic Electronics and Electrical Engineering)

(I know! They have had the audacity to make one “E” disappear and making it sound like the insect which usually haunts our class)

Professor1 – Codename Viagra. Looks like Einstein. Walks slower than a snail suffering from a heart ailment. Ah, snails don’t have hearts 😛 Inanely dumb, exceedingly deaf and surprisingly nonchalant as to the predicament of the class.

Professor2 – Codename Dumbass. Cannot integrate to save his life. Supposed to be an MTech guy from IIT. Does it mean Indian Integrated Toots?

Have written this at something-past-12 in the night. Will appreciate discovery of typo-errors and grammatical errors in the post. Hope it is interesting atleast.

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