Each day we would go in and work on a copy assignment that has been assigned to us.
Throughout the semester, we worked on three to five copies and to turn them in at the end of the semester.
The reason why this class was my favorite was that of the constructive criticism professor Delacruz would tell me on my assignment every single time that I saw him in class.
It was great for me because I got to learn how to write copies and to accept criticism so that I can improve on my work.
Some comments he made were "That does not make sense" and "What is that? Start all over again."
Despite the countless criticisms professor Delacruz had on every single one of his students, he was a fair grader.
If he has seen that you have actually listened to the advice and did your best, he would grade what you deserved.
Professor Delacruz was honest with his students.
If he thought your work is garbage, he will tell you that it is garbage.
I enjoyed this class because I do not need someone telling me that I am doing good all the time because that does not help my development.
An Art History that I took in my second year taught by Elizabeth Consavari was the worst class I have ever been in.
When someone addressed her as a professor, she would say, "Please refer me as Dr. Consavari."
Consavari's monotone voice and her bland lectures can put anyone who drank a five-hour energy drink to sleep.
She darkened the room to show her power points to make it even harder for students to stay awake.
The only thing I learned in that class was how to sleep without looking like I was sleeping.
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