I had a child psych prof who giggled every few minutes, and who never stated the results of her own research without immediately suggesting, "But I might be wrong, of course..." I dropped the class because the giggling was creepy. My husband recalls a Swedish prof who carried to class "a yegg-timer... When the yegg-timer runs out, class will be over..." He had an accent like the Swedish Chef of the Muppets. My dad tells of a prof he had who would find out a couple of years ahead of time what... Sign in to see full entry.