I remember how challenging things were back in middle school.
I had a particular professor that unquestionably didn’t care about the students for some reason.
It made me wonder why somebody would become a professor if they hated doing that genre of work. Whenever the people I was with and I would have a test, the professor would purposely turn up the oil furnace to make everybody sweat. It was borderline cruel and unregular punishment, but this professor didn’t care. The professor never got in trouble because the temperature control settings were at 77 degrees which wasn’t considered to be dangerous. It was warm, but not to a severe degree. Still, I told our parents about this treatment from the professor and a few other students complained too. Eventually, the pressure from the parents complaining about this professor forced the principal’s hand. He eventually had a stern talk with that professor and said he had to keep the temperature control settings satisfactory. He ended up leaving the temperature control settings at 77 which was much better. Still not as comfortable as most other classrooms in the school, but all of us considered that a small victory. Still, it didn’t stop that professor from making everybody miserable with extra homework and entirely strict grading. I was lucky to make our way out of that class with a B, and that truthfully was the highest grade in the class! Nobody had an A at all and I thought that was entirely ridiculous. These afternoons, I am a professor. I make it a point to have excellent temperature control settings and treat the students with dignity and respect.
Air conditioning technician