Lecture boredom...

My English prof, although he seems to be a nice enough man and appears fairly intelligent, must be the most boring lecturer on Earth. Things that most normal instructors would take 5 minutes to explain he instead drones on with for over an hour. In most classes I'm pretty good about paying attention to everything said by the instructors, trying not to miss a thing. In English however, I find my mind wandering thinking about my next class... what I'm going to make for dinner that night... or about the squirrels playing a happy dance outside...

But at least I stay awake, and in the upright position. In fact, I've noticed something about the sexes- the girls in the class are all polite enough to at least feign interest, sitting up and looking at the prof as he talks to us. Fortunately he can't read our minds to know we're no longer in the same atmosphere.

The guys on the other hand... they don't even try to act interested. Today, sitting at desks right in front of the instructor, two guys lost the sleep battle. One tried to put up a fight, he rested his head on his hand and for 10 minutes he did the "rubber-necked head bob", each time his head tilted over and then he'd jerk it back up just to nod off again. The other guy didn't even put up a fight, he put his head down on his arm and got a good 40 winks.

Amazingly the instructor never said a thing even though the students were right under his nose. Man, what happened to the days of the teacher who drops a book on the desk to give a sleeping student a heart attack??

This prof's just no fun at all.