Noah’s Snow Day

‘Twas 10 PM on a Sunday night in Loyola Hall when the announcement was made.  Classes were to be cancelled the following day, Monday, March 4th –snow day.  With my homework complete, I would be afforded an extra twenty-four hours to live my life exactly as I pleased.  Adventure, not sleep, was what I desired.  I pulled up Google Maps on my laptop, scanning for “near-by” towns to visit, and my eyes landed on Montréal.  Previously, I had spontaneously ventured to Coney Island and New Haven on school nights with my friend Ben. Québec could not be that much further. Besides, my cousin goes to McGill, perhaps there would be enough room in her apartment for an overnight guest.  On the Grey Hound website, I found a bus leaving from Penn Station in an hour.  I could make it.  But alas, my Canadian adventure was cancelled.  Unfortunately, my passport was in Houston.

How to Spot Arrogant Professors Before it’s Too Late

That’s it! I’ve had it! I am SICK and TIRED of selfish, arrogant professors who feel the need to flex on their students rather than teach. I can’t seem to escape them. But what else can I do other than post multiple bad reviews on ratemyprofessor.com until the site’s moderators suspect I’m a bot? I’m writing this article to inform our community about how to spot the exact professors I’m talking about, so you can escape quickly from a semester of frustration.