AAAHHH!

Please know this….I love my psychology professor, Dr. B (I’ll call her that for privacy)….she is an incredibly unique and interesting woman. She has sat under some of the most renowned psychology professors in the world. She has wisdom and experience that I can not even fathom. But…….. She. Drives. Me. Crazy.!

Like today, we watched a movie in class. And that’s all we got to do, was watch. We would have liked to have listened, too....BUT...for some reason, Dr. B felt she must narrate this film…. play by play. She would say….this is the part where she’s thinking of her past….this is the part where she is younger….this is the part where she meets her friends….and in between these announcements she would give a brief discourse on why that scene was important. She did all of this WHILE the movie was still going. Then she would stop and give us just enough time to get re-interested in the movie and she would start narrating again.

The whole time I heard the constant drone of blah, blah, blah, from Dr. B in one ear and blah, blah, blah, from the actors in the other. This was the MOST frustrating experience I’ve had in a while. I would've just blocked everything out except we were told we would have to write a reaction paper at the end of the film. It turned out that Dr. B changed her mind about the paper (she does that often) and I was REALLY glad because all mine would have said was ……..AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!(I just had to get that off my chest)