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Fun Student Evaluations

Over the past fifteen years (both here at NCMC and at Kirtland Community College, where I taught as an adjunct for two years prior to my North Central gig), I've compiled some of my favorite comments from students. While it seems that traffic on sites like Rate My Professors has slowed (I haven't had a comment there in over a year), I still get the end-of-semester materials from my college, and they're always a source of light entertainment. Usually, it boils down to a bipolarity: If the student did well, I get praised, and if the student crashed and burned, well...we know who to blame, right?

Every now and again, I get something substantive and thoughtful, but otherwise, it's a lot like the following. (Errors of spelling and punctuation left intact, of course, so as not to obscure the student voice.)

• He is either really smart or so stupid he seems smart

• Makes little squeak noises sometimes and talks to himself at times

• I would never recommend this class to my worst enemy. I would appreciate being warned of instructors like Mr. Haight in advance. I feel that Kirtland has robbed me of my tuition that I have paid for this class. It has been a waste of both my time and the instructor’s time. Mr. Haight knows a great deal about psychology but has no idea how to teach what he knows to the students. I would like to include more, but won’t due to time and space constraints.

• ASSHOLE!

• He is a real jerk sometimes!

• The clothing makes it very distracting to concentrate. I’m not a homosexual but it must be very offending to someone who takes your class. Talking like a fag is very inappropriate for a professor.

• I think it’s quite ignorant of a teacher to insult religions. Yes, this is a public school, but how far does it have to go.

• Mr. Haight seems to be a man of great intelligence who should probably be teaching in a university environment instead of a junior college

• Come down and be with the rest of us.

• His scary last name is intimidating!!

• He never hid his thirst. And he kept me awake, most of the time.

• He doesn’t state his opinions, this is a plus!

• First of all I have been at NCMC for three semesters now and from the first time I saw Mr. Haight I thought what a freak. I even went as far as to try and avoid taking his class.

• The only bad thing about the class is that sometimes your clothing was a little distracting.

• U suck!

• You have the kind of voice of a preacher (a good preacher) because you can’t fall asleep for that long.

• I also love to learn big words but some of the words you used were not even in my dictionary at home.

• Grow your hair back.

• I felt that as a teacher you were difficult to read as far as mood and attitude, the sudden switches left me confused.

• You made me love a class I hate.

• Generally I dislike school after the 8th week.

• Please give Mr. Haight a raise so that he can buy a new car. Chevy’s suck.

• Don’t wear boots it only makes you look taller.

• Something that kind of bothers me is that he rips on smoking, so what if he doesn’t smoke, we don’t go to him talking about how awesome it is.

• First let me say that I like his glasses, although I definitely prefer the black ones to the round.

• Perhaps a little overindulgent of some students who take class time to tell personal stories. But hey, we all need a chance.

• My mind was lost from day one

• Also, he is so fuckin tall that being short really sucks especially when you’re standing next to him and you feel like a dwarf.

• Didn’t bring jellybeans to class enough.

• Haight’s style was dry and uninteresting.

• No other comments except that he is a brave man for wearing those psycho clothes.

• I would change your test. I would revise them somehow. I think they were the hardest tests I have ever taken. You have to be a doctor to remember all those words. It reminds me of biology. It sucked big time and lots of people in the class felt the same way. Sorry.

• The gum chewing just ruins the professionalism

• Mr. Haight is a nice teacher and keeps everyone laughing however my parents aren’t paying for me to laugh.

• The length of the class. Let us out earlier.

• Your Human Sexuality class was very informative and helped me immensely. Because as you all know I am a fan of hardcore porn.

• dumb ass people making irrelevant comments did disrupt class, but Haight got back on track

• The only thing that he should do is learn how to spell. HA! HA!

• Instructor writes just like his father.

• Only the bad jokes and trivia that no one had a clue about.

• Boring!!

• Class seemed focused towards psychology majors.

• The instructor was very intelligent and seemed to know a lot about the course, but seemed to think everyone should know as much as him.

• He talk much faster than I could write.

• From the start was lost and it was all down hill from there. If I pass this class there is a God.

• Superiority complex inappropriate hair.

• He’s a little stuck on him self.

• Swears a bit to much. Needs to be a little more professional.

• Youth and irreverence make him/her seem a bit touched in the head to be a psych teacher.

• Even thought you are deviant at times, you’re one of the few teachers who can actually hold my attention for very long.

• Next year, Haight should take his students on a trip to a psych ward!!

• The teacher is good for psychology because he reminds me of a madd scientist, he make psychology interesting.

• You remind me of a computer – take info in, process, respond. I don’t see much, uhh, emotion. I think that’s what it is. Be friendly, say how you’re doing when a student calls, or pretend like you care.

• I think Mr. Haight’s infatuation with sex and drugs makes Freud roll over in his grave.

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