"Welcome to Insurance Law."
* True story. I took this class. There were about 14 students in the class. The prof wrote the text we used. His lecture was reading the book aloud. It was about the third class before anyone realized we were basically killing ourselves rewriting the damn textbook, and we stopped.
It was an early morning class. About 15 minutes into the week six class, I was propped up on one elbow, desperately willing myself to stay awake by reading along with his lecture one morning when he deviated from the text by saying, "We don't have to continue."
"Wait...what? My book doesn't say that!"
Snapping fully awake, I looked up and saw he was looking right at me! Oh shit, I must have dozed off and snored or something!
He repeated himself. "We don't have to do this." And he started putting his book and papers into his briefcase.
"Huh?"
Slowly, I turned my head first left, then right, and saw that EVERYONE else was sound asleep in their desks.
"Please wake them all before you leave" he said.
I looked back up as he bolted out the door.
Worst. Class. Ever.
More boring than watching flies fuck.