One of the classes I’m taking this semester is about designing instruction in distance situations. The sad-funny thing is that I’ve never felt more distanced from a class. The professor is stretched too thin and is basically absent. If only our ESP were working, then the professor could just beam the information into our brains and we’d be all set.
The lack of information, hell, even the lack of readings, makes it really hard to care about the class. It doesn’t help that we all busted our butts to develop a lengthy instructional plan to turn in and the due date was changed the day it was supposed to be turned in. Yeah, we’re all done because that’s what you told us to do. At this level, no one is waiting until the morning of to start working on a project.
I received an email from a classmate the other day asking me if I knew which groups were presenting on Thursday because none of us have any idea if we’re going to be “on”. He and his partner are going to teach us how to putt so he needs to know if they should bring golf clubs to class and my partner and I are doing a lesson on crock pots–do I lug a crock pot to class or not?
I really like this professor, she’s also my advisor, but this absence and distance is wearing thin. I’m sure I’m not the only one who wonders what we’re paying for–it’s a half-assed class for full price.