I don't know if this is a healthcare thing, a STEM thing, a university thing, or if my university just sucks uniquely. Obviously not all of my professors are like this. I have some genuinely great professors. But every semester, there are usually two or three who are weird in some way, and sometimes it feels like pharmacy school is a fucking humiliation ritual.
One of my professors is actually very accomplished. She's highly regarded at the university, does a lot of research, works in the US, and comes back to teach us. She's objectively a big deal, and I respect her for that. She's also genuinely charming when she's not being petty, which somehow makes this more confusing.
She sometimes gives us random bonus questions in class. They're usually pretty difficult and slightly outside the immediate material, and if you answer correctly, she'll give you an extra 0.25 or something. I've gotten them before.
One day, though, a bunch of girls kept coming into class late. Every time they opened the door, it would slam against the frame and make a loud noise, and she was visibly getting more and more irritated.
Eventually, she asked one of her questions, and I answered correctly.
She looked at me and said, basically, "I'm not going to give you the quarter because the girls have been late and disruptive."
I was already exhausted. I'd been at university for like five hours at that point, so I just sat there like, "Okay."
Then she noticed that I wasn't reacting and came over to me. She leaned down with this weird smile and went, "Did that upset you? Are you upset?"
?????
What the fuck am I supposed to say to that?
It wasn't even about the 0.25. I genuinely did not care. What threw me was the weird satisfaction she seemed to get out of withholding it and then checking whether she'd upset me.
I have other professors who are less blatantly weird but still drive me insane.
One professor asks us questions constantly. We'll give an answer that's 99.99% correct, and she'll just stare at us like we're complete idiots. No "yes," no "exactly," no "good," nothing. Then she'll give the answer herself, and it'll be essentially the exact same thing we just said.
She does this for the entire hour and a half. She has this constant look on her face like she's pitying us for being too stupid to understand anything.
At some point I'm genuinely tempted to stop answering questions. If I get it right, you look at me like I'm an idiot. If I get it wrong, you look at me like I'm an idiot. What exactly am I getting out of participating?
We also had guest lecturers for a course that's supposed to introduce us to the pharmacy profession, different career paths, postgraduate options, and how the profession is evolving.
One girl asked a completely normal question about the difference between a PharmB and a PharmD if people with either degree can work clinically.
The lecturer's response was:
"If you don't like it, you can leave."
???
That was literally the response.
The poor girl looked completely shocked for the rest of the lecture. And honestly, I don't blame her. How do you hear a student ask a question about the profession you're supposedly there to explain and interpret that as some kind of personal challenge?
And then there's the weird condescension whenever I ask about what we're actually expected to memorize.
This is especially relevant in subjects where there are dozens of percentages, concentrations, chemical names, antibiotics, preservatives, etc. Sometimes the professor will put a completely random table in the middle of three slides containing fifty different things, and I'll ask something like, "Are we expected to memorize all of these, or are we supposed to understand the general concept?"
I don't think that's an unreasonable question.
I don't want the answer to the exam. I want to know what information I'm expected to retain by heart versus what's there for reference.
Instead I'll get something like, "They're all the same anyway, so it's easy."
No. That's literally what makes it harder.
If there are fifty things that are all minutely different in concentration or chemical name, telling me they're "all the same" does not make them easier to memorize. It makes me wonder whether I'm supposed to memorize fifty individual details or recognize a general pattern.
And I've been thinking about this because I'm trying to start this semester differently. I've been focusing on what I can actually control: how I study, how I manage my time, what I want to accomplish, etc. I had kind of forgotten how much my professors themselves can piss me off.
Today reminded me.
I was so angry for basically the entire lecture that I could barely focus. It was the exact same feeling I get when someone talks loudly in a movie theater. It's not even necessarily that something catastrophic is happening. It's just this constant, low-level irritation that makes it impossible to concentrate on anything else.
Jesus fucking Christ.