So apparently the best professor in the known universe is Jack Rappaport at La Salle University. Why, you ask?
From the Philadelphia City Paper:
According to  the students, the symposium, hosted at a satellite  campus facility in  Plymouth Meeting, was held by La Salle assistant  professor of management  Jack Rappaport. 
For a $150  admission fee, students earned credit in the  College of Professional  and Continuing Studies, as well as extra credit  in the professor's  School of Business classes. The symposium's subject,  the students say,  was the application of Platonic and Hegelian ethics to  business.
As part of the lesson, they say, three dancers,  dressed in bikinis  and/or miniskirts and high heels, had already arrived  when the  approximately 30 students (two of whom were female) entered  the  classroom. During the course of the presentation, lap dances were   administered to willing students — and even Rappaport — while he  lectured.
The strippers were "doing their normal job," as one student put it.
The   mere presence of these women was not entirely surprising, apparently,   to Rappaport's students, who say that he regularly reminded his classes   that the strippers had been booked. But "I was surprised they actually   gave lap dances," said the same student. "I thought they were just  there  for effect, like he always said."
Extra credit for lap dances in class? Professors lecturing under heaving bosoms? Why the fuck didn't I apply to La Salle? 
I mean look, there is no way this professor could have thought this would slip by undetected by the administration, which makes it even more badass. Talk about going out with a bang. Just order up some whores and let them grind on you while you talk about some shit no one cares about anyway.
I wonder if this was weird for the strippers? I mean they obviously have no souls but I wonder if they even batted an eye at performing during a class for college kids and their professor? Probably not. They just need coke money.

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