What I Learned From an Unpredictable Professor and Failing a Class


By Isabella Rolz


It’s a college student’s worst nightmare to fail a class, even worse to unsuccessfully pass a course, because a professor dislikes you and consequently grades your work arbitrarily.

As a political science and international affairs major, the Statistics class was a requirement for graduation. Mathematics and quantitative skills are definitely not two of my strengths yet it was my duty as a student to try my best and to relate what’s seen in class with politics.

First time I took the class, I was somewhat mediocre. I finished my assignments for the sake of turning in my homework on time, and started studying for exams one day before.

However, my antipathy for Professor Seanz initiated the second time I had to take the course. This time, it was an obligation to give my best and take advantage of what learned to apply it in future opportunities.

Nonetheless, despite having exactly the same answers as my classmates, Mr. Seanz arbitrarily lowered my score with lame excuses such as: “Your answers are correct, yet they are not convincing” or “This is the second time you are taking this class, I am expecting more from you.”

Are you kidding me, “your answers are not convincing?” When using quantitative tools, there is only one right answer. Yet, the Professor was extremely hypocritical and told the Vice-Dean, that I was doing an excellent job in his class.

His childish behavior continued as he talked bad about me behind my back, criticized my appearances, and made prejudices about my “failing future.”

As I was finishing a quiz one Friday morning, I overheard he was telling his    assistant how I was just another stupid girl with no potential, majoring in an easy field.

Politics without a doubt is not an easy field Mr. Seanz. Clearly, it’s a major, which gets mistaken as uncomplicated, due to the occupation of corrupt officials that have majored in everything but politics in third world countries; like mine.

Additionally, as a professional, you have no right to make fun of how a person looks and dresses, and worse, comment about these characteristics in front of her classmates.

Turned out that by the time of the final exam, I had to score an 80 on the test to pass the class. After a couple days of waiting, I received an email that I had failed the class one more time. I had a meeting with the administrative board of my school, where they all identified that Mr. Seanz had a personal issue against me. Subsequently, two other professors graded my final exam to determine I deserved to pass the class.