The labs we had that weren't a joke were all scheduled towards the end of the semester (fall) which resulted in unnecessary suckage.
Trapping and classifying rodents at the local Audubon sanctuary? Not bad.
Spending hours trapping and classifying rodents in a wet, swampy sector of an Audubon sanctuary in Southern New England... in late November... in the rain?
Lame.
It didn't help that our professor had an ungodly obsession with Statistics (no calculators), and was a former English major who liked to augment the textbook definitions with paragraphs of excess verbiage (generally pointless) and expected us to memorize everything word for word.
Basically the only part of Eco that wasn't horrid was the fact that she was forced to give me an "A" at the end of the semester. (She started things off by bragging about the fact that no more than three students in any given class have ever managed to get an "A" in the course. And she
hated me because she kept confusing me with some chick that had previously taken her class and had to drop... more than once. I am sure that penciling that in at the end of the semester probably pained her almost as much as taking the class did me.
Almost. Retribution!

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