A few years ago I signed up for an English class. (Ok, so this is situation normal for me...) Then on the first day of class...I changed my mind.
The professor was just too weird, and crazy, and I had absolutely no interest in taking an English class from him. So I switched to a different class.
Then Tall One found a professor at the same PCC campus who he absolutely loved, and who I loved hearing about. This was a professor who called William Faulkner's short story "A Rose for Emily" a "love story," and before the end of the term the body count (of fictional characters) was quite high. From everything I heard about this professor I thought that he was the type who Magaly, from Pagan Culture, would love. I even said that if I returned to PCC that I wanted to take a class from this guy.
A few months ago I was going through my old school stuff, and I found the syllabus from the professor whose English class I had dropped. And guess what?
When I took another look at that syllabus I discovered that the professor whose class I had dropped was the professor who Tall One loved.
I'm not sure what the moral of the story is. Maybe it's that you shouldn't be too quick to judge professors. Or maybe it's that Tall One and I have vastly different tastes. Or maybe it's something else. In any case, I'd be willing to give that professor another chance if I ever return to PCC.
Has something like this ever happened to you?