1. That The Lecturers Know What They're Doing
Don't be fooled by their tweed jackets and alternating-material patches that adorn elbows so devoid of grease you'd think Homer Simpson has been around again. The impression I got through my many years at Uni wasn't that these guys were bursting at the seams to tell me a piece of information so random-yet-informative it would change my worldview forevermore. No instead they prefer to hand sheets out with the modules topics on, give you extended bouts of 'reading time', stick a Youtube clip on, or worst of all, get the class to teach itself by way of groups relaying the information to each other! When was the last time you were in search of knowledge, only for the walking flesh-sack of information you ask to repeat the same question? It's the equivalent of those vultures from the end of The Jungle Book looking at you and going "I dunno, what do you wanna do?", complete with the same gawping expression. Is it too much to ask for a teaching staff that give off a constant vibe of a love to teach? The sorts of lecturers I want are somewhat akin to Motörhead's Lemmy. Bare with me, but what I mean is people who are less humans than embodiments of what they represent, their very purpose for living being to exude physically their greatest mental desires (but not in that way!). Give me lecturers that are just vessels for the pure enactment of learning, complete with those old-school pointer things to use with the godforsaken powerpoint slides. At least that would give them some semblance of charm, rather than the "ooh-aren't-we-futuristic" laser-pointers we've all seen lecturers play with. The likes of which look incredibly out of place given there's a mural of a goats head sitting not 10 feet away on the other side of the wall. So what did you guys make of your time in higher education? Did it prove fruitful, or utterly pointless considering where you are now? Let us know in the comments!