My Experiences
I was personally studying Interpersonal Communications at OSU. I was close to graduating but ceased my pursuit at this despicable school. Of course, I cannot recall every detail or event that OSU has screwed up for me, but I have tried to the best of my ability to remember at least some of the things that have happened to me. You might find them amusing! Here are a few fun-filled events. I will add to this page if I remember anything more.

- When I first transferred from UVC (University College) as a freshman to ASC (The College of Arts & Sciences), I was given a new academic advisor. I was still new to the college and did not realize that I could actually be misinformed (whether an intentional or unintential lie) about the program from someone who was supposed to know everything. I thought that advisors knew everything. When Fall 1987 came, and I was in my new ASC college, I met with my new advisor to review my next quarters schedule. He insisted that I needed to take a particular math class even though my UVC advisor distinctly said that I did not. Due to the conflicting information I was receiving, I signed up for the class. As expected the Asian math professor spoke very little English. My roommate and I had taken the class together and neither one of us was able to interpret an "a" from a "b." It all sounded the same and looked the same. I flunked the class and she barely made it through with a "D." I should have dropped the class but I thought that I needed the class and I thought that if I worked a little harder that it would get better, but it never did. When I tried to have this class taken off my record, the ASC advisor lied to the Dean of the College and said that he never told me to take the course at all. An example of one employee who never took any responsibility for his mistakes.
- Later, I enrolled into one of my core courses in Communications. The class started out bad from day one. It was a very large class of maybe 300 people. My Professor was from England. On the first day of class, I discovered that there was NO book for this class. Bizarre, don't you think? The class structure was based on slides, transparencies and lectures. Prior to the final exam, the average grade for the class was very low. What else could be expected without structure? The class was told that the final grades would be curved due to the very low class average. We were all given assignments that we could do for bonus points which I did. On the last day of class, my T.A. individually gave everyone their current grade going into the final exam. With my bonus points I raised my grade to a "B." After the final exam I did not receive the grade that I earned and quickly discovered that many, many other people in the class did not either and were extremely angry. We were all told that there was nothing we could do about our grades because we would have to speak to the Professor if we wished to complain, and the Professor hurried back to England before the final exam occurred. One example of unqualified teachers.
- Evaluations of teachers and classes are provided at the end of every quarter. A good idea but worthless because the university ignores them. According to the school, all students are wrong and all staff and faculty are right UNLESS, of course, they are trying to get rid of someone which then makes any kind of a complaint convenient. Here is a copy of one end of quarter evaluation I wrote for a crappy English class English 261 Teacher Evaluation. (December 1989).
- Common sense, eh? NO WAY! I took two Philosophy courses. All I remember about either one was that my professor was a gray bearded man with a partially bald head, and seeing him standing on a stage with a very serious look and talking about little green men dancing on tables and trying to decide whether or not God really existed. Then one of my T.A.'s for these classes wore a black leather bomber jacket (that looked much like a pilots coat), tall flared black boots (like something from Star Trek!), and unbrushed hair that stood up every which way. This class could be interesting if you have a good sense of humor about it. Just remember that in order to get a good grade you will need to try to think like these people too.
- In 1996 I took an American History course. The textbook was so distorted from the truth that it was ridiculous and the funniest part was that the instructor believed the book to be fact. This history book presented Republicans as stupid people. Democrats were shined upon like angels. The Fathers of America were called "pagans." Christians were portrayed as stupid, crazy fanatics. The University has been brainwashing students into believing a bunch of garbage perpetrated by the liberal agenda.
- One of the things that amazed me most about this school was the way in which many Professors dress for class. A typical Professor may wear on any given day a pair of worn out blue jeans with holes in all the appropriate places, t-shirts, and sometimes unbrushed hair. And, lastly, the most important element to a liberal college Professor, . . .earrings. I am appalled by this dress. Any instructor who wants respect will dress for respect.
- In one of my science classes I caught a person cheating on an exam. When I reported it to the teacher he treated me like I was the one who was doing the cheating. He was not at all concerned so I then reported it to the Chairman of the department thinking that I was doing the right thing, of course. At first, the Chairman was friendly about it until after he spoke to the teacher about the problem. Then his question to me was "How do you know this student was cheating?" He said that he could not believe that person could have cheated because he did so poorly on the exam despite what I saw. The class was supposed to be working on a project in another room before the exam, but this student did not go. While the teacher was out of the room and most of the students, this student was very boldly sneaking an exam from a closed manila envelope on the teacher's desk, took it back to his seat and quickly proceeded to answer the questions using his textbook. The Chairman stated to me that it was better to keep quiet about it because I cannot accuse someone of cheating even if I see them doing it.