"Running the race like a mouse in a cage."

I am very proud of the fact that I graduated from a private 4 year college. Even more proud of the fact that I graduated, by only attending class 40% of the time. At Anderson University, each professor felt like they had some kind of knowledge that no other professor had, therefore every single class that I had except, 1 class in all 4 years, had mandatory attendence. Generally you could miss 3 classes a semester. 3 -thats ridiculous. Anyhow, if a general class like History, was 4 times a week, I would attend once or twice a week. The rules of the syllubus stated, that percentage points would come off each missed class after 3. I'm not sure how I actually graduated, but I did, and to my knowledge I didn't get too many percentage points taken off, at least not as many as I deserved.

My favorite class that I repeatedly skipped was Great History from something to the 1940's. (All that I rememeber learning was about the Great Depression, but hey I think I'm an expert on that one). The professor, Dr. Shrock (pictured left) was new to our school and checked off the people who made comments during the class, and he expected everyone to talk at least twice a week.

I hated this idea, guess what, I have nothing relevant to say about the depression, why waste everyone's time?! And I am paying you to teach me, so I'm going to sit here and listen. Not speak. Anyhow... rant over.

So, every class I attended, he would always ask a question, and I would never respond. The classroom, was very large and it had a door in the front and a door in the back directly behind me.

The professor started out as usual, with the discussion questions. But this time he asks for someone who hasn't answered any questions. He then looks in the back row, Looks at me, points to me and starts to say, How about Li--? I got out of it the only way I knew how. I quickly got up and ran out of the room and went to the bathroom. (Even though I had a phobia of Public restrooms and rarely used them for like 5 years.)

From that day forward he would try to call on me and I would stand up & go to the bathroom. It was my stand to say, I'm paying for this crappy education, and I'm not answering your questions. He would play games with me. Sometimes, he would just blatently say my name with a question, or lock the back door, so I would have to go through the front door. But the joke was on him. When he called on me I would NEVER give him an answer, I would always say I don't know when he slyfully called on me. And when he locked the back door, I would discrupt the whole class by going through the front door.

Awkward moment # 4245: One day near the end of the semester he outsmarted me by locking the back door and the front door after I went to the bathroom. I had to sit outside of the class with by bookbag and cellphone in the classroom for the entire 50 minutes.

Annoyed when the session was over, I went in got my stuff. He "apologized" that somehow the door got locked. I responded with "thats too bad, I had a lot to say today".

I think he got my point because he never called on me in class again, and I never went to the bathroom during class after that.