I had an obnoxious teacher in college ... well, I've had a few. If it was a course I didn't care about (not part of my core major) I'd banter with them. Some professors love a good debate. As do I!
But one teacher I had, all the classes I took with him were part of my major (Music) So I had him for not only YEARS of theory, but Piano as well. (Not my instrument!!)
And he completely thrived on the fact of putting you on the spot. It would be exactly 8AM and his idea of roll call was when he called your name- you had to answer a theory question. So something like this:
Prof: Heather?
Me: Here...
Prof: Can you name all the modal scales?.. in order?
Me: Uh... Ionian, Dorian, Phrygian, Locrian, Mixolodian, Aeolian, Lydian
Prof: You mixed up Locrian and Lydian... F for today!
Me:
My first semester with him- I had to repeat that class... I didn' fail fail.. but I had to have above a c+ to pass... and I didn't.
I got through 4 more years dealing with this arrogant SOB by really being on my game. I really studied hard and knew my stuff. After that, him putting me on the spot wasn't such a big deal. Because he never caught me of guard. It really reduced my anxiety in his classes as well.
Too bad when I was supposed to finish my degree's, I had gotten carpel tunnel and couldn't work through my last recital.. I just couldn't play for 5+ hours a day anymore. I had asked him if it were possible to graduate me anyway (because I looked it up.. it was, but it was also up to the teachers) and he told me "Both of your arms and legs could be cut off and I wouldn't graduate you!"
I never got my degree. He's lucky we have never run into each other again. He might be missing his arms and legs.
LR