So I thought it'd be fun for everyone to share their worst academic stories ever. Not necessarily failures. Just everyone getting together and reassuring the fact that college professors are the worst teachers ever, or that a certain high school experience sucked too. I'll go first:
Finals week, last semester - I go into my Linear Circuits exam with a new stroke of confidence and 30 hours of studying throughout the week under my belt for just that class. I haven't been doing well in the class, particularly because of the Russian professor who thinks of himself as Czar of Pitt Engineering. So I take the exam.... I got a 2.5% on it. And boy did I know I got a 2.5% the second I finished. Yes, that's over 10 hours of studying per percentage point I earned. Now, I'm not stupid. The class average was a 6%. And by the way, he still blamed us and not himself when the average of the entire class was a 6%.
So, my confidence is shot. I have 10 minutes to get to my next final. (Each final is 2 hours long. I was pretty drained after the first one.) The Digital Logic final is worth 30% of our overall grade. That's one important test. One, single question on the exam was worth 25 points out of 100....and it was a MULTIPLE CHOICE choice question. Now for those Lit majors out there, let me crunch the numbers for you. That means 7.5% of my entire grade in the course was dependant on one letter I was about to write down. And the question was no walk in the park. Everyone I talked to said they guessed. After I walked out of that test and my finals week was over, my friends and I celebrated with a few bee.....I mean Pepsi's at noon. Haha. In case you were wondering I ended up with a B in Digital Logic and a C in Linear Circuits. (C's aren't bad in engineering majors. The only person that can get straight A's is if Stephen Hawking resurrected Einstein and they mashed their brains together. Haha)
Ok, so that's my best academic story. Who's next?
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i dropped out of high school a week or so ago...does that count?
but while in high school, one time i was sitting in an assembly, sewing a footbag. teacher runs up and demands i give her my scissors, as they are a weapon. i said: "no way, there are literally hundreds of pairs of scissors in this school, go confiscate someone else's!" she insists they're a weapon and i cant keep them. i calmly say: 'fine, but if you take em, im just going to go steal them back from your goddam desk' she flips out, and goes and tells the security guard that i threatened her, they take my scissors (and my ipod, because i was listening to it in the assembly), and suspend me.
but while in high school, one time i was sitting in an assembly, sewing a footbag. teacher runs up and demands i give her my scissors, as they are a weapon. i said: "no way, there are literally hundreds of pairs of scissors in this school, go confiscate someone else's!" she insists they're a weapon and i cant keep them. i calmly say: 'fine, but if you take em, im just going to go steal them back from your goddam desk' she flips out, and goes and tells the security guard that i threatened her, they take my scissors (and my ipod, because i was listening to it in the assembly), and suspend me.
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my friend had two papers due the same day. he didnt want to do both.
He wrote up one of them, printed off two copies. Handed the same paper in to both teachers. Once the math teacher found the english paper, he told my friend about it. My friend says. "Oh i must have switched them when i turned them in. ill get the math paper from my english teacher"
Short story shorter: he got an extra week to work on his math paper (portfolio for IMP 2) because of a genius scheme
He wrote up one of them, printed off two copies. Handed the same paper in to both teachers. Once the math teacher found the english paper, he told my friend about it. My friend says. "Oh i must have switched them when i turned them in. ill get the math paper from my english teacher"
Short story shorter: he got an extra week to work on his math paper (portfolio for IMP 2) because of a genius scheme
JSACK wrote:alright well me and obara'bars, shredded our dicks off, since we are both in high school, obviously there is some sort of talent show
The paper switching would have been really awesome 10 years ago when comptuers weren't commonplace. I would assume most profs know that you have whatever paper saved on computer and din't just type up via typewriter instead...
Anyway...Academic Horror? Hmm I know some...sort of. It's on a large scale though.
Basically, I graduated from Stuyvesant High School recently. Basically, with as little bragging as humanly possible, it's best to say that everyone there is amazingly smart or has potential to be. Onto the bragging: we had like 19 intel semifinalists the year before I graduated...out of 700ish graduating seniors, which is like 3% of the school winning that and like 70% of the school having about a 98% average. I wasn't one of them, so that doesn't really matter.
Anyway, We are one of the 3 out of ~50-100ish total public school that have to take the NY State Regents Physics Exam. People generally take it in their 3rd year at the school. It's hard. For the average person, it's damned hard. Anyway, one year, it was insanely hard. Out of approx 800ish students in the sample Junior class, around half of them fail the exam. By the way, passing the exam is a graduation requirement at my school. So this is a big deal. Quite sure this was two years before I graduated.
Imagine that. The pretty much estimated top 800 students of a certain age in NYC fail an exam that is meant to be given to the whole state. It's crazy. Record numbers of summer school students that year I think. Lots of parents annoyed/raging mad. Quite a few potential MIT undergrads not going to be getting into MIT a year later.
Anyway, the admins were given hell and for the last 2 years and hopefully this year's Physics regents is total cake. Still, quite a mess.
By the way, anyone here ever taken AP Physics C? I heard it's also hell. At my school, around 15-20 people take it every year. This year, one of my friends is taking it. His class average is around a 70. Surprisingly, one person manages to pull consistent 100s. I'm not sure why he's still in high school, though. Physics is really hard!
Anyway...Academic Horror? Hmm I know some...sort of. It's on a large scale though.
Basically, I graduated from Stuyvesant High School recently. Basically, with as little bragging as humanly possible, it's best to say that everyone there is amazingly smart or has potential to be. Onto the bragging: we had like 19 intel semifinalists the year before I graduated...out of 700ish graduating seniors, which is like 3% of the school winning that and like 70% of the school having about a 98% average. I wasn't one of them, so that doesn't really matter.
Anyway, We are one of the 3 out of ~50-100ish total public school that have to take the NY State Regents Physics Exam. People generally take it in their 3rd year at the school. It's hard. For the average person, it's damned hard. Anyway, one year, it was insanely hard. Out of approx 800ish students in the sample Junior class, around half of them fail the exam. By the way, passing the exam is a graduation requirement at my school. So this is a big deal. Quite sure this was two years before I graduated.
Imagine that. The pretty much estimated top 800 students of a certain age in NYC fail an exam that is meant to be given to the whole state. It's crazy. Record numbers of summer school students that year I think. Lots of parents annoyed/raging mad. Quite a few potential MIT undergrads not going to be getting into MIT a year later.
Anyway, the admins were given hell and for the last 2 years and hopefully this year's Physics regents is total cake. Still, quite a mess.
By the way, anyone here ever taken AP Physics C? I heard it's also hell. At my school, around 15-20 people take it every year. This year, one of my friends is taking it. His class average is around a 70. Surprisingly, one person manages to pull consistent 100s. I'm not sure why he's still in high school, though. Physics is really hard!
Mikhail Bukhonko
Well, I'd say this is a success, but others... I don't know what they'd say. I'm an eighth grader and last semester I had a class called FCS. Family and Consumer Sciences. Basically a bad Home Ec. class. I turned only one thing in the entire semester. This paper was supposed to be about my future goals for a career and what fields I'm interested in. I talked about how I want to be a dinosaur or Mario when I grow up... or both.
I got a 16% final grade in the class.
But it's Middle School so it doesn't matter.
I got a 16% final grade in the class.
But it's Middle School so it doesn't matter.
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AFTER i completed grade 10 AND got all my marks back (i got a B+ average that year) they decided that they were not going to pass me. why? because the school had a strict attendance policy. you could miss class if you were playing sports FOR the school teams, but if you were playing sports for a provincial or even NATIONAL TEAM and you had to miss class for training camps and competitions, it was a violation of the attendance code. i had missed 70 days of class that year and still managed to maintain a fairly high standard all things considered, and yet they wanted to flunk me in every subject, even the ones i passed with A's. in the end we took it to the school board, who in turn said "he passes" but for a while there i thought i was going to have to repeat grade 10, even though i passed every course. i think my home room teacher brought it to the attention of the VP because she really hated me. she would go out of her way to make snarky remarks or act like i was completely stupid for asking questions or making little mistakes, and yet never did so to the other students. i hate that bitch. the following year i switched to a school for elite athletes and it was never an issue again.
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In years 11 and 12 my brother and I were doing the same subjects but with different teachers. We were always given the same tests and assignments. It wasn't uncommon for one person to get a marked copy of the test or assignment back before the other had to hand it in... Not that we had any problems with those subjects anyway but it was nice to know exactly what mark you were going to get before handing in the assignment... 
Also in physics and chemistry for experiements I used to often work out what the results should be, make some slight deviations for "human error" and write up the report without actually doing the experiement.
Basically I was super lazy and generally picked things up really quickly anyway.
Also in physics and chemistry for experiements I used to often work out what the results should be, make some slight deviations for "human error" and write up the report without actually doing the experiement.
Basically I was super lazy and generally picked things up really quickly anyway.
Philosophy of Math (I know, wtf?) was the worst course I ever took in college. It was a standard intermediate level course, but it was complete horror. First off, it was filled with mathematical paradigms that literally didn't make any sense unless you thought outside of the universe than a simple box. Second, the professor hedged like crazy, so it was hard to understand what he was saying. It was a guaranteed F, and I was stupid enough to think that I could take the class.
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This isn't a tale of a bad teacher. Actually, he was one of the better teachers I've had.
Grade 12, Math 31 IB. Basically Calculus, but the IB means "more and harder".
We had an open book test one day...and open book in that class BY NO MEANS meant "easy." It meant, "You better damn well have your book because you bet your ass you're going to need it."
So being the bright young lad I was, I woke up in the morning, took a look at my math books on my desk in my bedroom, and thought "Nope, don't need those, I've got a test today." Yeah, I kinda forgot the open book part.
The test was comprised of 2 hours for 4 questions. It took me about 50 minutes to get through the first one, as I'd remembered it pretttty well, but not well enough to do it in the 20-30 minutes everyone else completed it in (with the help of their books).
Next question: No fucking clue. I needed some information found in my math text. Skipped. Next question: Same thing.
Next question: Remembered it vaguely...and used the remaining 50 minutes I had to do as much as I could. I totally did it in a round-about way that allowed me not to use the info in the text. It was wrong, but not by much. I don't even remember how I did it, but my math teacher told me later that he was amazed I got as far as I did.
Upon "completion", I wrote at the bottom of the test, "Ugh. 50%, here I come."
My score on the test was 48/100...and then my prof had added "2 percent for correctly guessing my score." Pretty awesome, I'd say.
We talked it over later, and considering how much I was able to complete without the help of my textbook, he brought it up to 80%. It still brought my average down (sat aruond 94-96%), but it was a TON better than 50%.
Grade 12, Math 31 IB. Basically Calculus, but the IB means "more and harder".
We had an open book test one day...and open book in that class BY NO MEANS meant "easy." It meant, "You better damn well have your book because you bet your ass you're going to need it."
So being the bright young lad I was, I woke up in the morning, took a look at my math books on my desk in my bedroom, and thought "Nope, don't need those, I've got a test today." Yeah, I kinda forgot the open book part.
The test was comprised of 2 hours for 4 questions. It took me about 50 minutes to get through the first one, as I'd remembered it pretttty well, but not well enough to do it in the 20-30 minutes everyone else completed it in (with the help of their books).
Next question: No fucking clue. I needed some information found in my math text. Skipped. Next question: Same thing.
Next question: Remembered it vaguely...and used the remaining 50 minutes I had to do as much as I could. I totally did it in a round-about way that allowed me not to use the info in the text. It was wrong, but not by much. I don't even remember how I did it, but my math teacher told me later that he was amazed I got as far as I did.
Upon "completion", I wrote at the bottom of the test, "Ugh. 50%, here I come."
My score on the test was 48/100...and then my prof had added "2 percent for correctly guessing my score." Pretty awesome, I'd say.
We talked it over later, and considering how much I was able to complete without the help of my textbook, he brought it up to 80%. It still brought my average down (sat aruond 94-96%), but it was a TON better than 50%.
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This isn't so much an isolated academic fuck-up so much as my thoughts on a style of teaching that I perceive to be, well, academic horror. I'm interested in others' thoughts.
In my 8th grade math class I had a teacher who, while being a very fun and interesting person, taught in a very repititious style. We were often given 60+ problems per night to help us get the concepts down (considering it was Integrated 2, Algebra 2, I don't know what you'd call it standardly - it involved basic trigonometry, strengthened basic comfortability with algebra, skills with the different basic types of algebraic functions (left off most transcendental functions although it did briefly run through them)... usually a 10th grade class I guess. you get the idea). I can't say that that was a bad style of learning for that material as by the end of the course you really got it down solid. What was so horrific was about the way he incensed us to do the work. During class he would run through the assignments and we would correct them as a class, and after tests he would post up everyone's grades (cumulative) in the back of the class. Between these two features of the class, about a week into the class 90% of the people in it were amazingly competitive. People ferociously did assignments during class and then after tests they would check out everyone's grades and then compare amongst themselves and made sort of a game out of how well they could do in the class.
The other class I took styled in such a manner was my 9th grade history class. Every 5 weeks or so my teacher would post the three highest grades in the class on the board in each class. After a while it was clear who the top dogs were and it became a game for them to play as they progressed through the class. Again, very competitive.
I loathe this style of teaching. I feel like it makes kids who may not be on par with the best in the class feel like they're inferior and out of their league.
To expound a little, most of the kids in these classes (myself not included) came from a program which effectively put kids two years ahead of the standard. This only actually translated into being ahead two years in math once you hit high school, but the divide remained in the middle school I went to. Ironically, come high school, most people who were in the program I was in (one year ahead) had absolutely no problem learning at the same level as these kids.
While I wasn't in the same classes as these kids for the most part, my sister is now and I can definitely pick up the fact that this style of competitiveness exists in her other classes. In my experience this has ended up not translating into significantly heightened academics but people who get a thrill from being able to boast about their academic acheivements. A lot of them are pretty pretentious. I got the vibe that they felt like they were sort these self-styled prodigies because they were in that program.
Excuse my bitterness. Interested to hear what others have to say/if they've had similar experiences.
In my 8th grade math class I had a teacher who, while being a very fun and interesting person, taught in a very repititious style. We were often given 60+ problems per night to help us get the concepts down (considering it was Integrated 2, Algebra 2, I don't know what you'd call it standardly - it involved basic trigonometry, strengthened basic comfortability with algebra, skills with the different basic types of algebraic functions (left off most transcendental functions although it did briefly run through them)... usually a 10th grade class I guess. you get the idea). I can't say that that was a bad style of learning for that material as by the end of the course you really got it down solid. What was so horrific was about the way he incensed us to do the work. During class he would run through the assignments and we would correct them as a class, and after tests he would post up everyone's grades (cumulative) in the back of the class. Between these two features of the class, about a week into the class 90% of the people in it were amazingly competitive. People ferociously did assignments during class and then after tests they would check out everyone's grades and then compare amongst themselves and made sort of a game out of how well they could do in the class.
The other class I took styled in such a manner was my 9th grade history class. Every 5 weeks or so my teacher would post the three highest grades in the class on the board in each class. After a while it was clear who the top dogs were and it became a game for them to play as they progressed through the class. Again, very competitive.
I loathe this style of teaching. I feel like it makes kids who may not be on par with the best in the class feel like they're inferior and out of their league.
To expound a little, most of the kids in these classes (myself not included) came from a program which effectively put kids two years ahead of the standard. This only actually translated into being ahead two years in math once you hit high school, but the divide remained in the middle school I went to. Ironically, come high school, most people who were in the program I was in (one year ahead) had absolutely no problem learning at the same level as these kids.
While I wasn't in the same classes as these kids for the most part, my sister is now and I can definitely pick up the fact that this style of competitiveness exists in her other classes. In my experience this has ended up not translating into significantly heightened academics but people who get a thrill from being able to boast about their academic acheivements. A lot of them are pretty pretentious. I got the vibe that they felt like they were sort these self-styled prodigies because they were in that program.
Excuse my bitterness. Interested to hear what others have to say/if they've had similar experiences.
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i almost wasn't allowed to attend my graduation ceremony because i wasn't wearing a tie. my principle was an asshole. No one in the whole school liked him, and i had to fight him for 20 minutes to let me go to the ceremony. we were 15 minutes late too. Highschool is the saddest joke for education ever
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in my 12th grade psych class, we had this big 400 point project to do. We had like 2.5 weeks to do it. At the start of it, my teacher talked to me about what i was planning to do and i of course 'planned' to do this project.
Anyways, procastination got the best of me and i didn't end up doing 1 single thing for it. About a week later, she was calling everyone over to her computer to show them their grades and when i went up she said, "I for some reason don't have a grade for your research project." I knew immediately i could fool her and made up a bunch of bullshit statistics about the project i didn't do. Her responce: "Oh, I remember that one, i enjoyed it very much. 400/400"
my buddy who sat next to me was about to flip out. "I can't beleive i did all that work to get a 380/400 and you didn't do a god damn thing."
Anyways, procastination got the best of me and i didn't end up doing 1 single thing for it. About a week later, she was calling everyone over to her computer to show them their grades and when i went up she said, "I for some reason don't have a grade for your research project." I knew immediately i could fool her and made up a bunch of bullshit statistics about the project i didn't do. Her responce: "Oh, I remember that one, i enjoyed it very much. 400/400"
my buddy who sat next to me was about to flip out. "I can't beleive i did all that work to get a 380/400 and you didn't do a god damn thing."
Hello, my name is Iain George.
Well then, let me tell you about the worst moment of my life.
It happened last semester on the very first day of finals. I'de been having a pretty jenkins semester so far, setting all time record lows on my midterms. (I'm in second year mechanical engineering btw) Thus, it was of importance that I pull up my marks on the finals that weighted about 50% of my final mark.
The first set of exams were on a Saturday of all days and a doozey at that with calculus III in the morning and mechanics of deformable bodies after the noon.
With a weeks worth of studying stuffed into my brain, I stormed the calculus III final. Unfortunately, I ended up hitting the basketball equivalent of an "air ball". Well, I didn't end up scoring as bad as I had thought, but at the time I was devastated. So much studying for nothing. I couldn't even talk to my friends afterwords.
After about 10 minutes of staring at the floor, I finally dragged myself to the cafe and ate a lunch of two rancid mandarin oranges and a can of orange juice. Next up, statics in t- 1 hour.
It's at this point that things went from awry to very very AWRY. I started feeling quite chilled and noticed an uncomfortable sensation in my abdomen. "Ah well," I thought to myself, "One down, one to go. It couldn't possibly go as badly as math."...
Tip top tap, I advanced to my approaching doom. By this time, all color had left me. My skin was also at the height of clamminess. Apparently, I was looking a little worse for wear because my friends started asking me if I was "ok". I looked up at their blurry forms and mustered a smile n' nodd. I just wanted to be over and done with the stupid course.
As I staggered to my desk in the gym full of calculators and exams, it finally occured to me that something was HORRIBLY WRONG. It felt like my stomach was going to explode. I looked around and everyone else had started their exam and I wanted to look at my exam, honestly, I really did, but all I could think of was 3000 buckets of vomit and how I wasn't going to fill them under any circumstances.
Well, I sat there for a full hour and barely managed to scribble my name on the front. So now there was one hour left for 6 questions that would normally take 20-30 minutes each. As I stared at the pressure vessel on my exam paper and contemplated internal stresses, the pressure vessel that was my stomach finally decided it had had enough. My hand shot into the air. A teacher's assistant lazily started a stroll towards me. TOO LATE! The puke projected from my mouth in slow motion. Orange juice everywhere! I vaguelly recall the words "Oooooooooh noooooo......" being released from my mouth. I puked twice more on the way to the washroom.
I sat in that washroom for what seemed like an eternity. I was in absolute shock. I couldn't believe what had just happened. A whole semester to waste because of one lousy fucking afternoon. The hardest thing I've ever done, was to pick my self off the floor of that dirty washroom stall, lift my head high in the air and walk back into that gym to face my peers, professors, and the horror of my reality.
I managed to finish the rest of my finals without any further spewage. Unfortunately, the proffessor in charge of the statics course didn't have a fucking clue and so several proper university procedures were ignored. I had to fight several tooths and nails to get an application for a deferred final exam. It took me around 12 hours going back and forth to medicenters and the university to finally get another chance at it.
After much delay, I finally wrote the deferred final two weeks ago during spring break. Yeah, that's right, after everything that's happened, they scheduled it right in the middle of my spring "break", whilst all my friends relaxed on ski trips and sipped pina coladas.
Well, none of that matters anymore because I just got my final mark back tonight.....and...........
It's a B+!@ WOOT! (way up from the C+ on the midterm!) I don't think I've ever been more satisfied with a grade in my life. It's a bittersweet scar that I will forever wear on my sleeve.
It happened last semester on the very first day of finals. I'de been having a pretty jenkins semester so far, setting all time record lows on my midterms. (I'm in second year mechanical engineering btw) Thus, it was of importance that I pull up my marks on the finals that weighted about 50% of my final mark.
The first set of exams were on a Saturday of all days and a doozey at that with calculus III in the morning and mechanics of deformable bodies after the noon.
With a weeks worth of studying stuffed into my brain, I stormed the calculus III final. Unfortunately, I ended up hitting the basketball equivalent of an "air ball". Well, I didn't end up scoring as bad as I had thought, but at the time I was devastated. So much studying for nothing. I couldn't even talk to my friends afterwords.
After about 10 minutes of staring at the floor, I finally dragged myself to the cafe and ate a lunch of two rancid mandarin oranges and a can of orange juice. Next up, statics in t- 1 hour.
It's at this point that things went from awry to very very AWRY. I started feeling quite chilled and noticed an uncomfortable sensation in my abdomen. "Ah well," I thought to myself, "One down, one to go. It couldn't possibly go as badly as math."...
Tip top tap, I advanced to my approaching doom. By this time, all color had left me. My skin was also at the height of clamminess. Apparently, I was looking a little worse for wear because my friends started asking me if I was "ok". I looked up at their blurry forms and mustered a smile n' nodd. I just wanted to be over and done with the stupid course.
As I staggered to my desk in the gym full of calculators and exams, it finally occured to me that something was HORRIBLY WRONG. It felt like my stomach was going to explode. I looked around and everyone else had started their exam and I wanted to look at my exam, honestly, I really did, but all I could think of was 3000 buckets of vomit and how I wasn't going to fill them under any circumstances.
Well, I sat there for a full hour and barely managed to scribble my name on the front. So now there was one hour left for 6 questions that would normally take 20-30 minutes each. As I stared at the pressure vessel on my exam paper and contemplated internal stresses, the pressure vessel that was my stomach finally decided it had had enough. My hand shot into the air. A teacher's assistant lazily started a stroll towards me. TOO LATE! The puke projected from my mouth in slow motion. Orange juice everywhere! I vaguelly recall the words "Oooooooooh noooooo......" being released from my mouth. I puked twice more on the way to the washroom.
I sat in that washroom for what seemed like an eternity. I was in absolute shock. I couldn't believe what had just happened. A whole semester to waste because of one lousy fucking afternoon. The hardest thing I've ever done, was to pick my self off the floor of that dirty washroom stall, lift my head high in the air and walk back into that gym to face my peers, professors, and the horror of my reality.
I managed to finish the rest of my finals without any further spewage. Unfortunately, the proffessor in charge of the statics course didn't have a fucking clue and so several proper university procedures were ignored. I had to fight several tooths and nails to get an application for a deferred final exam. It took me around 12 hours going back and forth to medicenters and the university to finally get another chance at it.
After much delay, I finally wrote the deferred final two weeks ago during spring break. Yeah, that's right, after everything that's happened, they scheduled it right in the middle of my spring "break", whilst all my friends relaxed on ski trips and sipped pina coladas.
Well, none of that matters anymore because I just got my final mark back tonight.....and...........
It's a B+!@ WOOT! (way up from the C+ on the midterm!) I don't think I've ever been more satisfied with a grade in my life. It's a bittersweet scar that I will forever wear on my sleeve.
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I had long since stopped attending this particular class, but a friend of mine once spent an entire week (3 lectures) arguing the invalidity of
( (a > b) ^ (b > c) ) -> (c > a)
with our logic professor - a graduate student in philosophy who insisted that the above argument was correct. He was sure that it was a matter of 'bad examples' which caused it to repeatidly fail, and refused to listen to my friend. My friend eventually gave up on reasoning with the man, and found this exact argument in the textbook in a list of 'common error for beginners'.
Depressing.
( (a > b) ^ (b > c) ) -> (c > a)
with our logic professor - a graduate student in philosophy who insisted that the above argument was correct. He was sure that it was a matter of 'bad examples' which caused it to repeatidly fail, and refused to listen to my friend. My friend eventually gave up on reasoning with the man, and found this exact argument in the textbook in a list of 'common error for beginners'.
Depressing.
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yeah, my dad did some schooling at Northeastern here in Boston when he was younger, and in his "western civilization' class he saw some guy sitting with a copy of the spark's (spark? sparks? i dont know, as i havent used them much) notes for the book they were using in the class, highlighting sections as the teacher spoke. my dad asked what he was doing, and the other guy says: 'shh...just listen' and pointed at the notes in front of him as the professor spoke. turns out the professor was just reading the spark [sic] notes and getting paid hugely for it. and of course my dad, who was paying for his own education at that time, was fairly piqued. but he just picked up a copy and did what the other guy was doing. aced the course.
Pete Bowler
B$C
keeps it offah da ground.
617 FOR LIFE
B$C
keeps it offah da ground.
617 FOR LIFE
Man, you guys need to check out this essay man. It's so funny and a total academic flop too and this guy got a 61%. I was like what the fuck was this teacher smoking man I don't know how he could of passed this guy...and with a 61% 
sheesh
The essay is on Oedipus Rex-->a play by socrates (I think) where the main character [Oedipus] kills his dad and marries his mom. The story is about Oedipus finding out those previous facts I just mentioned.
Oh yeah and by the way I don't think this essay was real
I don't know how he could of passed this guy...and with a 61% sheesh The essay is on Oedipus Rex-->a play by socrates (I think) where the main character [Oedipus] kills his dad and marries his mom. The story is about Oedipus finding out those previous facts I just mentioned.
Oh yeah and by the way I don't think this essay was real