The story of the mishap professor

As a semester is coming to a close I thought I would look back at this memorable semester. Trust me this semester was memorable. This semester I had to take the class Adolescent Psychology to fulfill my secondary education requirement. I remember looking at the class description as I registered last semester and saying I know this why the hell I have to take this class. Well anyways fast forward to September and its time for me to take this class. So I went to class with my friends and my boyfriend at the time to go to this class. We saw that the professor we were supposed to have was taken off our schedule and we had this new unheard of professor. Well okay we all thought let us meet this man or lady. Well after realizing there was a classroom change we finally made it to the right classroom which was filled with familiar smiling faces, but no professor. We all thought well it is a new professor and probably got lost on the campus (mind you my campus is very small we only have about 600 students.) We gave the benefit of the doubt and waited a few minutes. 5 minutes turned into 10 and that turned into 15. The rule of the college is that students are to wait 15 for a regular professor and 20 for a professor who is a doctor. Well we did not know if the professor was a doctor or not we quickly made an attendance list and sent it to the registrar and left. We all thought well I guess we won't meet this mysterious new professor until that Tuesday. Boy were we wrong. This professor didn't show again that Tuesday. We started to get upset and complained to the registrar. We also went to the dean of students to complain and she promised this would be all resolved. That Thursday sure enough our professor showed up... late of course. We found out that it was a she. Judging from her last name I thought she would have been Polish looking (you know blonde hair, blue eyes, snow white skin with pink undertones), but she was nothing of the sort. She looked mixed beyond belief. So I figured it was her marriage name or something. She was a little taller than me (I am 5'5 1/2 so I guess 5'7) had frizzy brown curly hair, green colored eyes, fake eye lashes. She looked like she just threw an outfit together and she looked so unorganized. We all looked at each other and thought "Oh boy what a semester we are in for." She introduced herself and we found out she was a doctor and a practicing psychologist. She apologized for missing the first two classes, and proceeded to teach the class and it seemed like a disaster. Our syllabuses looked like it was slapped together, and I remember taking out a syllabus from another professor and it looked NOTHING like it. It had no breakdown, no detailed plans, no anything. We all had the same agitated look on our faces thinking on how long a semester it was going to be. As the semester went on we found out more about her. She was apparently a mutt. She had the entire UN in her blood, Venezuela, Austria, Irish, and yes indeed Poland, among others. She had came from a what seems a well to do family. Her father helped introduce the first ATM to America in the 1970's. She was in a top ballet company, and she also was an alternate for the US Olympic Gymnastics Team. Apparently she as a few siblings and she loved her father. She never talked about her mother. She always talked about the patients that she has treated or have come across. She told us that she was nearly raped by a good friend, she was almost mugged (she has a scar from it- well we don't know if that that incident or self inflicted) At some points of the class we knew more about her than the material of the class. As the semester rolled on she always came in sorta put together, but never fully. Then this one day she came in and looked really nice. She matched from head to toe. She had straighten her frizzy curls. She actually looked nice. I never saw her like that ever again. We would ask questions and she always answered them, but her answered turned into tangents of course. She told us during the semester that she was depressed, and it was like everything she did was not ever right, but she still tried. Then on the final day of class ( I was not present I had to attend a funeral) she poured her heart out. Apparently while she was writing her dissertation her dad was dying from cancer, her little niece was diagnosed with cancer, her brother was threatening to commit suicide, and the love her life for 10 years committed suicide. When I heard that I thought to myself well was she still standing? That is what I call strength. Well on Thursday was our final for that class. I had my little study group, the same group of friends I had on the first day of class, minus someone and added someone, and we walked into class and she was not there. We thought okay maybe she thinks the test starts at 1:40. Nope she didn't arrive so I went to complain. By the time that whole hoopla ended and she arrived at 2:00. She did not have our exams ready and had to leave the room to get them. I was so upset, but yet I still gave her a decent evaluation. The other night she said she would have our grades ready by Sunday night. It is now Monday night and I am grade less still. My professor is a very nice person to talk to. I feel like I can tell her anything. She is very smart, and she knows what she is talking about, BUT she is a terrible teacher. Apparently she teaches at another college and she has been teaching for 6 years. Oh boy. Well I will keep in contact with her because I would ask her questions every now and again, but wow what a semester I tell you and that is only ONE class!