I went back and read them last night and saw several myself. Consider it a throw back to forums past.
So far in college, all of the essays I've written have made A's (or higher in some cases due to extra credit), aside from one. I had signed up for an ethics class, which at the time fulfilled a degree requirement. I had never had the teacher, and I really hadn't heard anything about him, aside from that he required you to call him "Doctor", and he would mark you down if you didn't abide by this rule. I took the class, and it was honestly really fun. His lectures were always really enjoyable, and he had a really dark sense of humor. At some points, he was sort of borderline obscene, to where he would make gay jokes, and tell the women he was their daddy...Which was moderate at first, but about 8 weeks in they were getting way too dirty, and he was making them way too often.
10 weeks in, we had a 3 page essay, as assignment which is no problem for me. I usually go over the page limit, and as usual, which he had already said not to worry about. I think I turned in a 5 page paper. It was nothing really over the top, or hard to do, because we were applying the characteristics we found about ourselves, as we had taken a personality test in the class. It was as simple as scoring our own answers, and just ranking the types, seeing what yours was. He said we could talk about 2 types if we had 2 major ones, and sure enough, I did.
I turned the paper in, and as always, I felt really good about it. I don't do half assed work, that's all there is to it. Fast forward another 2 and a half weeks in the class, and this had still been our only assignment. He said we might expect a test in week 15, and then have the last test on finals. I recieved my paper back, and it had an assortment of X's, check marks, circles, and arrows, none of which made any sense. I flipped through it, and I had recieved a C. A far cry from the A's I usually get on my papers! As the foreign exchange student behind me got up, he asked me, "eh, Jack, water you get on ze payper?", I told him a C. He held up his paper, and I saw he had recieved an A. The kid who couldn't speak English recived the highest grade possible....So I jumped into survival mode.
I went up to the profes-I mean doctor, and asked him if he could explain why I had recieved a C. He looked over it, and said I didn't fulfill the assignment. I asked him how, and he said he that I specifically was told not to do what I had done in this paper. Confused, I asked him to exlain, and he said he had said it enough times in class, and that I didn't pay attention. I could have walked out right then. I went on to ask what the X's, check marks, and circles meant, and he said it was just his way of keeping track of what was in the paper. Finally, I asked him about the arrow he had drawn, and he said it was because I had already stated the idea in a paragraph previously (of corse to my current beleive that is was a concluding paragraph does). I went on to explain him, making sure he knew I wasn't bragging, that I had made nothing but A's while writing my papers, and that I did pay attention in his class, as I had a notebook full of his projection slides to prove it. He then looked me up and down, looked away and said, "Well I don't know how you managed that".
I walked out, stunned, went to admissions, and dropped that class. It had been the only points we had made in the class that far, so I had a C. We were over 12 weeks into the class, and it was well past the point that I couldn't get my tuition back for the class,etc. but it was such a relief to get out of there. In hindsight, I should have went to the vice-president of student services to complain about his behaviour in the classroom overall, but I acted upon my feelings right then and there. It has sort of even turned into a joke, and even to some degree a rivalry, as when we pass each other, he will blatantly turn away from me, or look forward to ignore me. He favored a guy I was in the Pirates play with a great deal, and after seeing me with him one day, he also began to ignore him.
I've used him as inspiration for several skits in acting though. At one point in time he was a mean mall Santa. I played both he and I, and I went back and forth until I finally just blantly began yelling about how "I" couldn't write papers to save myself, and then the skit began to collapse as I yelled back at him,etc. Additionally, I always tell people what happened if I hear they're about to take his class,etc.