After much deliberation over the horribleness of planting aspirated cockroach imagery in my mind, after taking in the lung cancers lecture, I've decided to put our differences aside and like Dr. Cockroach, though I will be bitter enough about the wriggling nastiness to dub her Dr. Cockroach, but the love is there, I assure you.
You see, fourth term, I had forgotten what it's like to have someone, even a guest lecturer, seem to be genuinely on our side to *teach us the stuff we're supposed to know* and NOT out to punish us for the decision to become doctors, which has seemed to be more the norm this term.
Weird part is I like a lot of the material in fourth term; a LOT better than second term (I like Dr. H just fine; I just REALLY don't like physio unless something's malfunctioning in it), actually, and I'm doing decently enough. I just feel like there's an us against them situation where we must be forced into their learning model, have time wasted with busywork, and then have them devise questions where even when I know the correct answer, the question is jerky. Like some footnote in the notes mentioned once and glossed during lecture will be a question on the test that I only get because it was a diagnosis on House, so it stuck in my head. Those sorts of questions.
This feeling was also stressed by our "introductory" packet, that included a cutely patronizing and wrongly attributed poem about students getting what they deserve because they complain to the professors about getting shoddy or incomplete notes. Hardy har har. I'm working hard on my response to it. What rhymes with "Pretentious, self-congratulatory nonsense?"
The presence of someone working in our best interest not only brings out the appreciation of her, but an appreciation of what *could* be the course. Maybe we could convince her to make the switch. The weather's pretty much the same here as in SC, the cockroaches are approximately the same size, but I haven't seen them fly ("palmetto bugs", my ass) and we get fewer hurricanes.