It’s 12:46 AM on Saturday, as the time stamp will show, and I’ve got up on most of the hard stuff for psychology. I’ve scoured the textbook, gleaning from its bulky hide fresh meats of…knowledge…and…

Ahem…

I’ve made a huge stack of notes relating to the biological bases of behaviour. Throughout these wonderful pages, I’ve got details about neurons and glial cells, the layout of the brain, even detailed drawings of specific regions of the brain, layouts of lobes, etc. And so, I figure, before I move onto the endocrine system and heredity, I should check my notes against the prof’s course notes.

She has them online. I’ve already printed them off.

I check.

Wow wow wow. Something is terrible wrong here.

The Professor’s notes are riddled with spelling and factual errors. In her notes, she has values changing frequently, definitions conflicting with the text, oversimplified definitions and really, really painful spelling and grammatical errors. They’re God awful. I know this blog is bad a lot, but her notes…

Garbage!

So, yeah. I just hope she doesn’t write the exam. After all, not only will my facts not mesh with hers, but that damn thing will be impossible to read.