Blah-blah is Evil

There is a man I dislike. Quite a bit, actually. But I'm going to do him the favor of changing his name slightly in this post. Lets call him Joe Blah-blah. So, Professor Blah-blah. Thankfully, I've never attended any of his classes. He makes himself known, though, and it's hard not to know of this man if you're a Mass Comm major at the University of Utah. In every single class I've had in the department, Professor Blah-blah has either made an appearance or been the topic of discussion on several occasions. For good reason, too. The guy is an ass, and I've told him so to his face.

Why all the hate? For me, it's personal. Long story short, he made me leave a computer lab during a pretty heavy snow storm, when I was 9 months pregnant. There were several empty seats, and he wasn't lecturing at the time, and all I had to do was print off ONE piece of paper to hand in to another professor (whose office was right down the hall). But because "This is not an open lab, young lady," I had to leave the building and find another computer lab, then trudge back through the snow to turn in my paper. Barefoot. 10 miles, yada yada. ;-)

Two semesters later, when he walked into the very same lab during one of my classes, I gave him one of my best glares and said, "This is not an open lab, sir." Of course he didn't remember me. He's a jerk on a daily basis, to many people. But I felt compelled to confront him about our little encounter, now that I was preggo-free and a little more emotionally stable. All the explanation I could get out of him was that he "has no sympathy for pregnant people." Awesome. Here's where I inserted my "ass" comment. I do have sympathy for the poor woman who was pregnant with him.

I'm not proud of my extreme dislike for Professor Blah-blah. After all, compared to the majority of the world's citizens, I live in a cocoon of wealth and safety. This man didn't physically harm me or anyone I love. He didn't cut off my town's water supply, inhibit my ability to find employment and provide for my family, or even infringe upon any of my legal rights. This is simply a petty, personal vendetta against a man who inconvenienced me once, while I was in a fragile state.

That being said, the following instance made my day. My mass media law professor began class yesterday by saying, "If there is ONE thing that you remember from this course-- If there is only ONE thing that you take away from the material I'm offering you-- let it be this." He then proceeded to write, in extremely large letters, across the entire whiteboard,

Blah-blah

is

EVIL

I applauded. In fact, I gave a teary-eyed standing ovation. Because I think I'm guaranteed a full-blown A++ in this course.