i hate my class

i am taking this biology class. if i believed in god, i would think that he gave me this class to test my patience, of which i have very little. my teacher is from nepal, which is pretty cool. and he's nice. and he's lenient (which irritates me, too, but i won't look a gift grade in the mouth). but he's of the teaching school of ben stein, a la ferris bueller's day off. he asks the class these open-ended questions and no one ever gives him a straight answer. but he'll keep asking anyway. allow me demonstrate:

teacher: so, predation! what are the different types of predation??! (he yells every question, like he's so excited to be talking about species population that we should be leaping out of our seats to answer him).
class: ...
teacher: c'mon! predation!! what are they different types?!?!? (now his voice is so high that beakers are breaking in the cabinets.)
class: ...
teacher: leeeeeeee---
class: ...
teacher: thal!! lethal! ok, what is another type?!?!?
chick on the other side of the room: murmurmurmur
teacher: YES!!!! now what is another type??!?!
me, to my lab partner: what the hell did she just say?

and so it goes. i can't imagine why i'm not retaining anything from this class. he also doesn't like to follow the book, so we're supposed to glean all of the information for our quizes from his lectures? i think not.

and now we're doing a population study on paramecium. counting little, itty, bitty things that swim at a hundred miles an hour. please. kill me now. and everyone is asking everyone else, "what are we supposed to be doing?" because he hasn't told us what we should be doing. he's just sitting at his laptop, uploading power point presentations that he thinks are funny to our class website. heaven forbid we actually try to learn something. at one point, i actually took out my ipod and started playing solitaire on it to prevent myself from falling asleep.

only 4 more months to go!