Looking at that site makes me think of the dull, dry, boring profs who tried to teach Shakespeare when I was in college.
Can't say as I had the same complaint about my undergrad Shakespeare prof who had been teaching at the university since my mother was there.
If your paper sucked, he took it out in his back yard and had target practice with his shotgun, which meant that everyone in the class knew if you'd written a bad paper because when he returned them you could see the bullet holes.
On one of the last days of class, when we were doing
MacBeth, he got this wicked gleam in his eyes as he asked 3 girls to come down to the front of the room to do one of the witches' scenes. He placed the trash can on the desk and told them that was their cauldron.
They started reading the scene from their trusty Folger paperback editions, and we watched as the prof suddenly flipped a match into the air and into the trash can, where he had apparently placed firecrackers or some other sort of pyrotechnic device.
Nobody was hurt, but the smoke got caught up in the building's ventilation system. (I later found out about this from my roommate who had a class in a room directly above ours. She said they could see smoke.) So he calmly continued class and we were having a lovely time when we heard sirens approaching the building. It was the university police. The foreign language dept secretary had phoned them.
The officers knocked on the classroom door, and the prof told them he was teaching a class that they would have to see him later in his office. He told them that he was crazy and that they could contact the English Department for confirmation. Then he shut the door and locked it.
They waited around in the hallway for him after class. Nothing ever came of it.
Boring Shakespeare professor? Hardly.
