Please Do Not Hold My Hand

This is the drawing that caused all the ruckus in the back row and resulting instructor-fit; rant to follow:

I go to college, give them my money so I can learn more things. But what do I really get?
Babied, apparently.
I understand that a first year geology class is aimed for students that are more or less out of high school, but a post secondary institution is a place where people choose to be in order to further their education. I expect to actually be lectured. I suppose that's why they call it one.
I do not fucking expect the "professor" to have a fit because a few students neglected to print off the half notes from the site and fill the rest in.
Yeah, my GEOL prof makes fill in the blank notes for students to print off, bring to class and gleefully fill them in.
The last time I saw this sort of teaching was when I was in grade six.
She wants a class discussion? Fine - if it was fucking philosophy. This is geology. Earth Sciences. You're a fucking teacher; god damn teach something rather than try to be our friend.
It seems that failing to fill in her blanks (I'll have to save that innuendo for another occasion) left her feeling unappreciated 'cause it takes so much time to do and oooohhh she only does it for the students.
Jesus get-over-it Christ, GET OVER IT. This is the real world. Please do not hold my hand.
Apparently I ruined the class.
I can't say I'm not a little pleased with myself.

Oh yeah! The doot is 'cause we watched a video called "Landslides: Gravity Kills" and one American school's landslide evacuation plan was to get all the kids in buses and drive faster than the landslide. Yeah.