A Disappointment

I was really looking forward to getting back into a classroom.  The Humanities Seminars at the University of Arizona have kept me entertained and educated since we moved to Tucson.  Between COVID and grandkids and life in general I've been enrolling less frequently, but this term I was intrigued.  

I signed up. I did the reading.  I studied the slides.  I was prepared.  This morning, I took a seat in the front row, opened my yellow legal pad, clicked my ball point pen, sat up straight, and smiled at the teacher.

It was all downhill from there.

I did the reading and studied the slides the night before, wanting the keep the information fresh in mind.  Science isn't my strong suit; I wanted to do my part.  So I was mildly surprised that his introduction sounded familiar; I must have really understood what I read to be going along so easily with his lecture.

But as he went on, my surprise turned into dismay. 

He displayed and read aloud the slides that were included in the homework.  He spoke the words I read in preparation for what I thought would build on the framework outlined in the text.  Instead, he was reciting the text.

There were a lot of typos and grammatical errors in the pdf he supplied, which, I suspect, is an almost final draft of his latest book.  I'm not at all surprised the it's all that's occupying his brain.  It is fascinating and interesting and well written and will, I am sure, be all cleaned up when it is released to the public.  

I thought I was getting insights beyond the text, not a living audio book.  I'm looking into a refund.