Hey, at least you got an A-something. Brenna can attest that our English 330 class was taught by a certain someone who shall remain nameless who didn't even give us a syllabus until the week before finals--no booklist till the first month was over, that sort of thing. And she just kept saying, "You should be reading in such-and-such," but never really discussing what we were supposed to read, and handing out probably more reading and assignments than I ever had in one grad class, but never really having deadlines. That prof gave me a C--ME, a C!
This same prof is always interested in getting my card and referring her pet students to me in case of internships, etc., but wouldn't give a friend I knew in Boston--who was in the same class with me--a recommendation for an internship. Well, that friend and I are both professional editors, now, so no harm done professionally, but really, what a waste of a semester. The only real benefits I got out of that class were discovering TLE, getting the job with Mel Thorne, and going to the printing museum in Provo for a field trip.