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I hire a real private investigator to fetch me the court documents in every state they have lived in. This takes a week. For every conviction, there are multiple times they got off the hook and got their record cleared. Get the complete court case summary so you can see the other 5 charges that were dropped. The 10 minute background check is not enough. Yes, you want to read the bitter divorce record. Yes, the wife will accuse the husband of a lot of BS, but she will also mention items that are real and verifiable — including his claims of being BROKE. If there is an arrest for drugs, MAKE SURE TO GATHER UP ALL OTHER INCIDENTAL CHARGES — OREGON IS TRYING TO MAKE IT MANDATORY TO ACCEPT RENTERS WITH DRUG CONVICTIONS. If they also were convicted of identity theft, you can still tell them to shove off.Any man with multiple baby mommies will have a backlog of payments. OMG that last one with 4 baby moms was $33K in DEBT to the moms. Oh, and he smoked pot in the vehicle they almost abandoned, til I changed its fluids, added fuel, cleaned the rotted leaves off the windshield, charged up the battery, and started it. They were 2 days from me owning it myself. The kids he had in residence managed to somehow strip the front panel off of the stove, strip the refigerator handle, break every single door lock, magic marker their heights and those of their friends on the wall, remove every battery from every smoke detector, and oh yeah, as they were leaving, they brought home a coon dog puppy who destroyed the carpets. There went double the damage deposit just to replace with waterproof flooring (I refuse to replace carpet with carpet anymore).My PI also gets flags when they get arrested, so I get the arrest report mere days before I was about to approve one. Often apartment moves are VERY WELL TIMED. Always assume there is a record in your neighboring state — criminal and debts.We wary of super eager movers. Even those caught in unfortunate scenarios have friends they can crash at for a few weeks if they are not crooks and drug addicts. Having them move in the moment they sign the lease NEVER ENDS WELL FOR THE LANDLORD.Never, ever, ever, ever tell someone they are first in line. Always, always, always tell them someone else is ahead of them and you are awaiting their background check. Always. Many of these drug addict scammers have a pile of ways to force you to rent to them, once they realize they are first in line.If they refuse to introduce you to ALL DOGS and ALL MINORS, do NOT RENT TO THEM. I found that the only minor I was not introduced to, was the sociopath drug dealer, and it was obvious looking at him. All dogs not introduced to you ahead of time have AGGRESSION ISSUES. If you live on the premises and/or have 4 or fewer rental units, you are emotional support pit bull exempt. Hand them their 30 days’ notice to moment they get home, after they TEXT you an Emotional Support Pit bull Letter from the random lady rent a doc at the local Urgent Care Clinic (if anyone else is vivtimized by the b*tch at Milwaukee - DM me, I want to get her license revoked), with the brand new pit bull puppy still in the car. Make sure to film it, and make sure you have the correct verbiage. Make sure you give at least 31+ days’ notice — 30 days starts the next day. Well before the day they fight you in eviction court, be sure that the sheriff’s deputies already know exactly who is smoking pot in your house who is under age 21, so they can arrest them and urine test them the moment they show up in court.You are exempt from emotional support pitbulls if you live there or have 4 or fewer rental units. Read the law in detail. It also specifies how rent is paid, etc.If in doubt, don’t rent to dogs, period. Just don’t. Basset hounds, beagles, huskies,and other hyper medium to large digging capable dogs will completely destroy the carpet, the padding, the molding, the DOORS (gutting them), and even the WINDOWS (breaking them to jump out).If in doubt, do not rent to a household whose oldest member is under age 30, and there are pets. THEY WILL TURN THE FLOOR INTO A CESSPOOL, NEVER TURNING THE ANIMALS OUT TO DEFECATE. Just forget about renting to anyone under 30 — they will eventually sneak pets in anyway. And despite a no smoking and no toking in CAPS in the lease, the youngster-only renters ALWAYS SMOKE AND TOKE ANYWAY. Eventually they crash their vehicle, lose their job, get pregnant, and stop paying the rent. They will never stop buying pot. This had happened a half dozen times. If they abandon the vehicle, call the cops to have it towed. The owner of the vehicle will owe the DMV $1500 before they can renew their registration. Sometimes they tow it just off their property, 1/2 hour after their deadline to leave, per court order. That’s okay, it’s still abandoned. Call the cops, say it’s been there over 24 hrs, and the $1500 will still apply. If the vechile actually still runs, and they ran to another state, you can apply to gaet cistidy of it. The DMV will dictate the letter to send to the last known official Oregon address. If it is returned unopened, you then send that unopened letter and a form to SAlem’s DMV, and get the title in yoru name. Then you can recoup some of the thousands of sollars in damages and lost rent.When a tatooed, fat, single mom comes to you and tells you that she’s getting $1200 to hand to you by the state due to her claiming that her baby daddy beat her up, here’s how to goes (3 times now, I kid you not). You get the call from the social worker. They mail you the check. Then one week in, the tatooed, fat, single (guess what, she also smokes, tokes, and is always ADHD) mom decides that she’s too stressed and has to move out. She needs most of the $1200 returned to her and she won’t cause any trouble. She then spends it all on drugs (per the people she then squats with for free). This is Oregon.Over age 50 people are great. Until they then move in the drug addict daughter with small child. Then she moves in her drug addict BF. Then the older couple moves out because the drug addict BF is driving them nuts. Then the daughter and small child move out because the drug addict BF has not taken care of the child while high and drunk, while the mom was working. Then I have to evict this POS drug addict.When they beg you to please please please let them grow just a couple of pot plants, pleeeeeese? No. It doesn’t stop there. I promise you.Drug addicts own pit bulls, aka lab/boxer crosses, aka whatever the hell their latest BS nickname is for them. It’s your guaranteed 100% clue they smoke and toke, despite their signing a lease that explicitly bans smoking and toking. And pitbulls murder birds, horses, cats, and other dogs. Pitbulls cause between 72% and 93% of all animal murders, and that doesn’t even get into the hundreds of human deaths and maulings each and every year.Be explicit that you are allergic to dog dander. If you can at least maintain a single room there, even if you have another residence, do so. Maintaining a room on premises is everything to banning pit bulls. If you have a property manager who lives on site, tell the tenants he is your boyfriend. Do whatever it takes to keep pitbulls from moving onto your property. You have been warned. What damage the dogs don’t do, their owners will. Even when they don’t own pitbulls, they will start BABYSITTING pitbulls. OMFG. I had to file the paperwork to shoot any who came onto the property to stop that CRAP.If dogs start causing issues, call dog control. Record all night barking (and note time as you record) then play the recording as you leave a phone message for Animal Control - saying that the dogs are left alone for 12 hrs at a stretch, howling and sh*tting. They will do nothing about the cesspool of p*ss and sh**, but they will fine them for a lack of rabies tags. The tenants move quickly after that. Works like a charm. When they don’t show up at court, the fines are pretty hefty. When you complain about the dogs, describe in detail all who even “visit.” Post images on your door for them to look at before they go to their door. It’s amazing the random emails I will get from my tenants on how few dogs they suddenly only have. Animal Control is amazing in gaining rabies compliance, or abandonment of premises. That’s all they are good for, but it’s better than nothing.When you get bad tenants, report them to the Oregon Renters Association, Break their cycle of scamming. Make sure to inform the cops in every town they move to, and the property owners of every place they rent, of animals killed by their pit bull. After 3 different residences of victims (provide contact info and residence address every time you call); the cops can finally kill a pit bull that got past landlords who didn’t know any better.INSTALL CAMERAS. Inside your own floor, and outward facing all four sides of your home. Also in all outbuildings. Have the motion triggered snapshots email you a minute after they occur. Have UPS backup for your email and your cameras, for when they try to trip the breakers. I have had to call the cops while at work. I’ve even had one tenant ask me to review the footage to see which of his roomies stole his stuff. We caught her. Just don’t aim any cameras into rental areas indoors.HALF OF ALL RENTERS IN OREGON ARE DISGUSTING ANIMALS. The rest are their pets. And they rotate around to victimize landlords everywhere. Many of my coworkers refuse to rent to anyone anymore. We don’t have a housing crisis. We have a DRUG ADDICT AND Landlord Tenant Act Loophole Crisis. I’ve had SEVEN LAWYERS mail letters to tenants fighting even jst a 30 day notice. I still win, but the lawyers make so much money off of eviction court, they offer their services for free, because so many landlords are taken by surprise and end up paying for these leeches. It’s a lucrative business for the drug addicts and their landlords. Make sure you evict with an extra day on top of the notice name, add 3 days for post and mail, film everything, and give them until midnite (not 11:59 pm) or your case will be thrown out for being 1 min too early. I kid you f***ing not. The judges are in on the take. Even one blurry attachment, even if identical to non-blurry ones behind it, can cause the case to get thrown out. The judges in Clackamas are CORRUPT. Assume that the sociopath will claim that you modified the printouts of their emails. Forward everything to a 3rd party and get permission ahead of time to show the judge the emails on line. Always request a media enabled court room well ahead of time if one exists, so you can show video. Assume they they will try to introduce BS claims of black mold, loss of heating/cooling, and invasion of premises — all 3 are means to get a free month’s rent EACH. They will FAKE EVIDENCE.ADDERALL METH NEEDS TO BE 100% BANNED EVERYWHERE. PERIOD. It’s not just the Orange Menace that is hooked on snorting crushed Adderall pills. ADHD is far too easy to fake, then sell METH to half of children attending Oregon public schools. The pills are only $5 each now (used to be $20) on the street. I’d call in the license plates to the school as they pulled into my parking lot to buy meth. They’d piss dirty and get intriduced to their probation officer. There’s a reason why Oregon has almost the worst graduation rate in the US, only ahead of MS and NV. My boss had to move to the East Coast to get his 2nd son away from the drugs in Oregon City Schools.References are hilarious. Where they say they work is hilarious. Always verify work with PAYSTUBS. Always call the business with ANOTHER NUMBER. And JHGDFC, I’ve had people change one number on their SSN, one on their DOB, and one on their phone number! My PI is always able to figure out the real numbers, and all it does is PISS ME OFF. My fav was the lawyer who defended a guy with rug convucitons. This Portland based lawyer owned a pot farm in the Caribbean, where the rental applicant had stayed for two years while a wanted man in Oregon — until his record was expunged — but not his driving on a suspended license — for being a drug convict :). My PI had a lot of fun with this guy. His other reference was his probation officer. This was that daughter’s BF who drove the parents to leave, then the daughter.Always beware of the couple where the BF is this gorgeous blond frat boy, and the GF looks a little nervous. Not only will he have drug convcitons, they EACH will have fought the SME LANDLORD, in separate apartments, THREE TIMES IN A ROW IN EVICTION COURT. I’d already been through that hell, with tenants trashing my place, killnig my animals, and stomping onmy eahd at 1 am, no rent paid for half a year. DON’T ACCEPT PARTIAL RENT, OR EVEN FULL RENT, WHILE LITIGATING EVICTION. IT’S A TRAP!You might have to post, mail, and hand serve at 11:30 pm, waiting in your car all night for them to arrive then riun (filming the entire time), to tage their bodies with the eviction notice while they try to run and slam the door in ytour face to not reeive notice.If someone asks to sleep on your couch free for even 10 days, you might have to evict them. They will then claim to be dating someone in the house, and will steal everything inside and claim it was a gift. DO NOT BE NICE. EVEN ALLOWING A CONTRACTOR TO PARK A TRAILER ON YOUR LAND CAN TURN INTO AN EVICTION NIGHTMARE — I had to call the cops and have them on their way to finally see my “stuck in mud” contractor magically get it free and off my property. AND THEY CAN GET A STAY OF EVICTION DURING COLD WEATHER!If you remove their stuff after they are evicted, you might have to keep it dry in a shed. Or they can sue you for trashing their stuff. Clarify with your lawyer and if no lawyer, the judge at the hearing. If they have to be gone in 72 hrs, how soon before their belongings can go to the dump? Very politely ask the judge directly.Substitute Petula Clark’s “Down …Town” with WHITE …TRASH!Just don’t move to Oregon.

Wheewwww…this is gonna be a long one, and I apologize. There’s a lot of trauma here.If you’ve done engineering at WVU in the last 30 years, there is no question. No debating. No pondering needed.If you are a WVU Statler alumnus, you already know the answer, and you should probably leave now to avoid remembering the pain.MAE460. Introduction to Automatic Controls, by Marcello Napolitano.Affectionately referred to as “Napy”This guy is probably the closest thing that I would refer to as evil in a casual sense. He was not at all evil in the way that Hitler was evil, but I just can’t really find any other word for it.The pain this man inflicted into students was just unbelievable.As indicated by the number, 460, this class is supposed to be a 2nd semester senior level class. One of the last you should take before graduating.But it was frequently recommended that you try to take it the summer before your senior year, or in your 1st semester of senior year in case you need to take it a 2nd…or 3rd time to pass.The most unfortunate part is that the material itself really wasn’t that difficult, compared to our journey through the engineering path. It really was just kinda inline with the steadily increasing difficulty of engineering stuff. Like going from 1st grade to 2nd, to 3rd grade.Like, when you would read about the concepts of Automatic Controls on wikipedia or scholarly sources, it just made sense. It was pretty simple stuff, actually.But somehow, this man made it into literal rocket science. He made EVERYTHING so much harder than it had to be.I’m having trouble finding the words, but this man ‘cranked it up to 11.’ In every possible way.As I’m trying to write this, I’m literally having flashbacks of anxiety, anger, depression, fear and concern for my classmates.See, I was lucky. I worked through school and dragged my feet through community college. So I transferred into WVU as a 22 year old, and turned 25 during his class. I had time to develop tough skin, out in the real world. I had much more emotional and mental maturity than my 21 year old self did.I kid you not, if I was in his class as a ‘regular college student’, at 21 years old, I would have probably gone home and cried daily or weekly and likely dropped out of WVU in my last semester, 15 credits short of my mechanical engineering degree.And I’m a “tough guy”. I bust my knuckles working on cars, I climb in and cut down trees for my landscaping business, I’ve had rough break ups, I grew up in a rough part of town, I’ve studied personal development and mental techniques and communication methods extensively. I have experiences/situations weekly that some of my peers would think is just a bad dream. I’ve had drunken people yell in my face, getting covered in their spit as an 8 year old. I’ve been hit from the back on a motorcycle, gone sliding into traffic, thinking I was going to get run over by a car while sliding on the road. Like, whatever you can throw at me, it’s fine. It might be uncomfortable, and might be unfair, and it might suck, but just ‘grin and bear it’, right?I’m very engineering minded. I see things in ‘black and white’ (much to the anger and annoyance of some of my ex-girlfriends :/Things are what they are. If you can fix it, no reason to stress, if you can’t fix it, then it is what it is. Accept it.In a job interview, I would blow 9 out of 10 of my classmates out of the water.But this man nearly destroyed me. For his own enjoyment, sometimes I think.And he wasn’t ‘picking on’ me or anything. This is just how he ran his class.I’ll give you some examples and details.So, first of all, understand that most students are taking 4–6 classes during this time. So still taking a full course load, complete with obligations and time commitments for those classes. Homework, class time, studying for exams, etc. Maybe some students are taking an elective or two, but I was taking 5 classes, all of which were legitimate core classes with real work involved.He assigned weekly homeworks that regularly took 10–15 hours.I had heard this prior to taking his class. I thought it was some weird joke or over exaggeration.It’s not.The packet of your homework assignment you turn in should be at least 25 pages, often more. Some students even turned in their homework assignments in binders.This is a weekly homework assignment of mine:Meanwhile, we have homework from 4 other classes to do as well.Late homework was absolutely not accepted. No exceptions. Class started at 11am. If you turned in your homework past 11:05, he would remove it from the pile.Even if your mom died 3 days prior, and you went to his office to explain, he would say “sorry, no exceptions.”The homework itself really wasn’t that difficult on a conceptual level, but it had to be formatted perfectly. This was really the time-suck. Most of it was programming to yield a proper graph of the solution. Each graph had to be specifically titled, each axis labeled and scaled correctly. The graph had to then be inserted into the Word document, carefully formatted within the page, and then had to write out the parameters of each problem.Most of the lines would be something like this:This is a screenshot of one of the Word docs I turned in for homework. Each problem has like 7 different possible outcomes based on a specific range of inputs, K. So you have to write the script for the problem, run it, and product an output graph. Then you repeat this for each range of “K values”.Then copy/paste the graph - WITH LABELS! - into Word, and write the captions.Do you know how annoying and disorienting it is constantly switching back and forth between superscript and regular script on your 25th page of homework at 2am?He gave out his own packets for each chapter. I will give him credit that he was very well organized, but the packets desperately lacked explanation of concepts and methods.He went through and made his own material for each chapter.So, weekly, you received a packet like this:Some of them are just a few pages. Most of them are 25–35 pages thick. Sometimes you would get 2 in the same class period.They were kind of neat, except the explanations sucked. He developed his own terms and abbreviations that you couldn’t search for online. Abbreviations he never explained, or wrote out in full, so you didn’t even know how to search for it in different terms. Several times I wondered for weeks “what does that even mean?!” tearing through the textbook desperately trying to figure it out. Only for it to hit me like a dump truck weeks later reading MIT’s educational material posted online. “OHHHHH! That makes so much more sense! It’s that simple?! Why did he make it so hard???”And his quizzes were literally meant to beat you down. They were all unannounced. He took “pop quizzes” to the nth degree. We had our first quiz in the 3rd day of the semester. We had no idea how he did things.The quiz was on the material that the 1st homework assignment was to cover, BUT that homework assignment was not yet due, so we had no obligation to have mastered it yet, as things would normally go.He didn’t care. POP QUIZ, he said.We’re all caught off guard. “A quiz on what…? We haven’t done anything yet”He passes out the quiz at the very beginning. We’re trying to slowly and carefully read through it, trying to make sense of this brand-new-to-us material, that we barely learned the day before.8 minutes, on the dot, passes and he says “time’s up!”The entire class, collectively, frantically looks up and around in confusion. Is this real? Is he serious?Most of us had barely made it past the 1st page.I admit, the problems were actually quite easy, but the environment and conditions were horrid and set up to fail you. The amount of time he gave was laughable.Surely this isn’t how things are done. He must just be punishing people who skip class.Oh yeah, he passed around an attendance sheet…every single class. If you missed more than 4 signatures, he automatically failed you.He passed back our quizzes to be picked up in our mailboxes. We retrieve them and see our scores.REALLY? He gave me a 1? What’s even the fucking point?In most classes, if you completely bomb a test or quiz, the professor will at least throw you a bone. Maybe give you a 30% if you were horrible, or maybe a 50% if you at least wrote down relevant formulas and had some coherent thoughts written down. Obviously, a 50% is still failing, but it at least gives you the chance to improve yourself and salvage your grade into passing status, maybe a high D or low C.Most professors want to fail you if you deserve it, but have no interest in “crushing” you or being unnecessarily mean.The next class, he stops talking about the material about 12 minute early, and he jokes that most of the quizzes were littered with scores of 0 or 1…out of 150.If you have not seen yet, please visit your mailbox.Okay.QUIZ!And we had ANOTHER quiz. I’m not fucking kidding.The same deal. Except he was ‘generous’ and gave us 2 extra minutes.We’re tired, we’re defeated, we have no idea what’s going on. We thought we were safe, paying our blood toll on the slaughter of quiz 1, just hoping we can double down on the homework due next class and actually understand what he’s talking about.Quiz 2, I got a 32/100. Improvement, right?After this point, we were shaking in our boots every class. By 10:57, every student was glued to their seat, all their pencils out, eraser, absolutely convinced today was the day he was going to swing the bat all the way instead of stopping right before your head and tickling it against your ear while laughing at the tears rolling down your cheeks. “What’s wrong? I’m not gonna hurt you!” While you’re still bleeding from the last hit.And every single class, he walks in at 11:01, holding a bin against his hip. A clear, plastic storage bin. Full of papers.What’s in the bin? Are they quizzes? Homework assignments? Material packets?And he stands there. Talks for a few minutes. Jokes with us about the weather, about the sports team.Then he sets the bin down on the table. Opens it up. We’re all dreading what’s inside.He takes his time. No rush.He pulls a stack out, and tells the front row to pass it around. You still don’t know what it is until the stack gets passed to you.And every class, we sigh a sigh of relief when it’s not another quiz.But every class…we’re waiting for the other shoe to drop.Every quiz is unannounced. And now we know they would be at the beginning, or the end. So even if he doesn’t pass a quiz around in the beginning, we’re still not safe.Can you imagine this? Trying to legitimately focus on and learn the material while you’re constantly scared shitless that an impossible quiz is coming your way? It’s September. You’re supposed to graduate December 21st. Your parents already booked the hotel. And this class, this man, holds all the power if you’re gonna walk or not. And it all falls on these quizzes.ANOTHER failed quiz?! Is it even possible for me to pass anymore??I saved everything I ever got related to his class. I promise you, every single paper in this bin is from his class. A one-semester undergraduate level class. NOT a phd class, or master’s or anything else.Quizzes, homework assignments, tests, his own packets he gave out.I’ve only kept it to use one day for scrap. I hate to waste that much paper.So we only have those 2 quizzes in the beginning of the semester, then days and weeks pass. No more quizzes. Just homework assignments.And then the 1st exam comes. And it’s like the quizzes, but 5 times worse. Each test is 5 problems, which would normally take 20–25 minutes each to do carefully, if you had perfect conditions.You know, a properly air conditioned room, peace and quiet, no stress or anxiety. Just casually doing a problem, like some homework practice. And a few minutes to re-read the problem and check your work.Here’s the thing: we had precisely 42 minutes for each test. In a classroom with 80 other people. Every seat was filled. We had a writing platform roughly the size of a small cutting board.I believe this is the exact classroom that I had his class in. You can see the writing platforms (the pale piece of wood near the arm rest, stowed away in the picture) for each chair.People are sniffling, coughing, breathing heavy. People frantically erasing utter nonsense that they wrote, but can’t figure out why. Up to 3am studying for the test, but had test for another class at 8am that day.And the 35 page homework assignment was due.So what choice did you make? Did you study for the exam? Did you spend 12 hours on the homework that you can’t turn in late - an assignment that barely prepares you for the test? Did you choose to study for your other class instead?He says “time’s up” and you’re literally in disbelief.We’re going to split the exam into 2 parts and finish it next class, right…???Nope. What ya see is what you get.So you turn in your exam, barely done with problem 2, even after you’ve scribbled your pencil faster than you have in years.No way. This is impossible.This was exam 2, I believe.So we’re freaking out. A busy crowd of students talking after class.How did you do #3?Did you finish???What’s up with this guy?And then you find out someone in class got a 94% on the exam. You ask them how. And they just casually say “I got old exams from a friend who already took this class”.And then it hit me.It’s all just rigged. The only way to pass is to already know exactly what’s coming.Very next class after test #1,“QUIZ!”You don’t understand how close I was to having a teacher-student standoff at that very moment. Taking a stand as an older, more mature adult in a sea of defenseless teenagers.“Why are you doing this? What is it you’re trying to accomplish? Do you understand this is a horrible way to run a class? Do you know how many studies there are saying that pop quizzes are a horrible and completely ineffective form of learning?”But I didn’t. I just closed my eyes and felt the bat smash into my temple for the 4th time.Homework #2 was passed back in our mailboxes that morning, picked up before class.“What’s the point?” I thought, utterly defeated. An assignment I spent 8 hours on, but new I should have put 12 in. I thought I’d get a 70%, take my lickings, and move on. I had other assignments due. Remember what I said about those graphs needing to be properly labeled? This is the punishment that makes you never forget or say ‘eh I’ll only lose a few points’. A 65-point deduction on a 130-point assignment. Not too shabby.There was no rubric or criteria provided. We have no idea how we’re graded, and only find out after the fact.It’s okay though. I check the syllabus again, and homework is only 10% of our final grade. Quizzes are only 15%, so those barely matter, right?And the remaining 75%? All exams, baby.No labs. No credit based on participation. No research papers. No show-and-tell projects. Nothing. Nothing that would actually show our real-life grasp of the material. Just these impossible tests.Oh, well that’s not exactly true. We are graded on class attendance, but not like in an extra credit way. More like for each class we miss, 2% is subtracted from our final grade.And being more than 5 minutes late is considered an absence. So there’s that. I’m not sure about you, but that last bit definitely helped me sleep better at night.So it’s about 1/3 of the way through the semester, and I’m SHOOK. Like, I’m fucked up. I can’t think straight. I can’t figure out which way is up. I can’t focus on any other classes. My mom is calling me twice a week “the hotel reservations are still good, right?”.I calculate my grade in the class based on my returned assignments. I had like a 36% going into exam 2.I’m fucked. I’m screwed. I’m dead in the water. Even if I manage to somehow pull some miracle 100% out of my ass on the next 2 exams and the final, best case scenario is like a 73% in the class.So I go talk to him. I was extremely mature and level headed about it. I tell him how messed up his class is making me. I say how I’m not alone.I was VERY careful to not accuse him of anything. I very carefully say things like “I’m not sure if you are aware, but some of your behaviors are causing us lots of anxiety. The pop quizzes, for example.” Stuff like that.Kinda like that ‘Dutch Uncle’ thing. Like I wouldn’t say that you’re intentionally causing the students’ anxiety level to go off the charts, but SOMEBODY might say that.At this point, I was spending so much time on his class, I started to fail other classes. I hadn’t done laundry in 2 weeks. I kept buying shitty overcooked chicken tenders from the school shop because I hadn’t gone grocery shopping in weeks. I was on campus 13 hours a day. I went to the gym maybe 1 day a week, down from my usual 4–5 times.I was a wreck.“Like, for example, your class is tough, and - don’t get me wrong! - I respect that. I know it’s very important material, and we have to know it. We shouldn’t just be given a free pass, a rubber stamp. - but, like, my mom is calling me weekly asking if I’m still going to graduate. Is there any chance for me at this point? I know it’s my fault, and it’s up to me, but is it even possible?”Totally kissing his ass in hopes to avoid it turning into some weird fight how I’m somehow accusing him of XYZ. (Some of these professors are on some ‘power trip’ nonsense).And he says “I write it clearly in the syllabus that I will not be held responsible if you do not graduate. I say that I will not give you any special treatment due to that. Look again.”So I pull out my syllabus, and it clearly says that on page 3. He’s right.“As far as you passing the course, I cannot guarantee anything, but I would not advise you drop at this point, premature of the ‘last drop date’. “I ask him what the deal is with all the pop quizzes. Why are they ALL unannounced? Why do you not tell us about a quiz in advance? What’s the point?He says “I do have announced quizzes. They are called TESTS.”We talk about how there’s not enough time for the tests. He shrugs and says other students seem to manage. “I do not give special treatment”.He’s referring to the students who already have the answers from the old tests they’ve gotten from friends.I bring that up, too. He says “nothing I can do about it.”He then goes into some weird form of trying to cultivate sympathy from me toward him - he uses this phrase “I’m like a train without a station”.“I write textbooks with practice problems at the end. Within 6 months, the answer key is hosted on a piracy website, free for all. I write exams, and they get passed around the students. I am on a never-ending mission to write new problems because the demand for the answer key is so strong. I can never stop. I have no station to pull into. No chance to rest.”And I’m screaming in my head - DUDE! YES! BECAUSE OF THE WAY YOU SET YOUR SHIT UP. You set it up with 100% emphasis on scribbling down the correct answer as fast as possible with no actual verification if the student understands the concept!Just like a game show. Regis Philbin doesn’t give a shit if I know how the big bang happened as long as I can utter the phrase “the big bang” when the $64,000 question comes up asking about it.Our meeting is over.If you don’t know, the last drop date is the absolute last day that you can officially ‘drop’ a course without taking an F in the class. If you drop before that day, it is marked as a W for withdrawal, but does not have a grade attached. If you drop after, your grade is marked as a F and it is averaged into your GPA.This grading mechanism is taken into account when forming a strategy on whether to drop a class or not, because there are penalties both ways.And he gives me a few *wink wink* type of comments. Some professors beat you up in class, to give you a tough skin, but then you pull through with a B. Like they over-challenge you, so that when you come back to down the proper level of difficulty, you’re suddenly over-prepared.Sort of like, you train like an Olympic athlete for a casual, neighborly 5k marathon.So I decide to tough it out. Because, if I drop it to retake later, then I cannot graduate, at all.Fuck it. If I fail, then at least I stuck it through to the end.And test 2 comes. It’s even more of a slaughter than the 1st. The day before in class, he claimed it was shorter and easier than test one. “The hardest is behind you”.Yeah, well that was a fuckin’ lie.And test 2 was given ON the drop day. So you did not receive your score until after the drop day. All you had was your feeling of how you did to reflect back on.I stuck it out. The next class, I pick up my test 2, and I got a 26/100. Even worse than the 1st test.I walk into class, just furious at this point. Ready to cuss the guy out in front of class for jerking us around like this. Making jokes about it. Joking about how we’ve “lost brain cells” due to drinking too much beer at campus football games.He even spent 5 minutes on the chalkboard, calculating how many brain cells you would lose if you drank 3 beers per day for all of your college years.It was quite odd. Then he made ‘brain cell’ jokes for the rest of the semester.He then spent another 15 minutes berating the class, “what’s the deal?”He ‘rhetorically’ asked 10 times over. “What’s wrong, guys?? I go over the material. I give you homeworks. I give you packets. Whats the problem?”I say ‘rhetorically’ because he asked it several times, pretending he wanted someone to speak up, but we all knew better. We knew he knew. He’s been here for 30 years. He knows. We’ve heard the tall tales of his existence in the hallways, heard horror stories from older students. So had he.Other professors used to be students of his. They know. They all know. Faculty knows. The administration knows.He knows exactly what he’s doing.His reviews on http://RateMyProfessor.com don’t hold back.His end-of-year student evaluations are not kind.My complaint against him to the department chair was not a surprise.I was venting to another classmate about it. She said she cried in his office right before. Not even on purpose as a manipulation tactic. She just couldn’t pack up fast enough to leave the room before busting out in tears.She already had a job lined up, and had straight A’s her entire college career except this class, which she might fail and not be able to graduate over.I’ll tell you about exam #3 then wrap this up.So, apparently I have A.D.D.I recently self-diagnosed, but never associated myself with someone who had that disorder. I just hated studying. I would much rather work on cars than bury my head in a textbook for 8 hours. I don’t even think that’s natural for humans anyway.I’d only been officially diagnosed and medicated for ~6 months prior to this class. I decided I had to use every tool and trick I’ve got, short of cheating. I got to the Student Services department and get approved for accommodations: extra time on tests, and a quiet environment.So I got anywhere between 1.5x and 2x time on tests and quizzes.The next quiz, I get 100%, bringing my average up to like a 16%. Unfortunately, that was the last quiz of the semester.Test #3, I end up getting like 2 full hours. It was insane. I was in a private room.I did it all. I went and got a stack of old exams, and went through them. Literally unbelievable that someone could even WRITE that much in 40 minutes, much less actually formulate it with their brains, on the spot. Even if I was doing copy/paste via pencil, I still couldn’t jot all that down in 40 minutes.So I take the test, and it’s thoroughly mentally exhausting. I’m scrambling because I don’t know how much time I get beforehand. Just waiting for the “time’s up” announcement.For the first time ever, I have a chance to actually re-read the questions and make sure I’m doing the right thing. I have time to check my work. It’s crazy.But still, not easy. Still having to do extremely complex problems if you miss 1 step, it’s ruined. I was defeated. I had to muster mental energy to even blurt out nonsense for the last question.I turned it in and left. I went to the bathroom to recoup and just burst out laughing. Maniacal laughter. Just laughing like a madman. Like when you can’t tell if someone is laughing, screaming, or crying. That jagged breathing in between the waves.I felt like maybe I finally had a chance. “Maybe I actually passed that one” No, not gotten an A or B, but just PASSED it.Maybe he will show mercy if my grades show a trend of improvement. Maybe I can scrape a 53% which will somehow be curved into a 59.5% and rounded to a D.That was my only hope.I also felt awful. I got 2 hours for a 40 minute test. I relived the agony and hopelessness that I felt during prior tests, and how I’m sure my classmates felt during the test I just took.It was the most difficult and most technical test of the 3 so far.I laughed like a maniac again. All I could think of is how impossible it was. I laughed at the hopelessness of it.For some reason, this one analogy hit me in the moment and stuck with me:It’s like if someone gave you duct tape, WD-40, and a hammer, and said “build a space shuttle in 45 minutes, or we’re going to kill you”You wouldn’t even try. You would just laugh at the insanity of it, and throw your arms up, and say “shoot me”.You would walk up to them, right up to their outstretched arm, and carefully place your forehead directly on the barrel of the gun, wishing, hoping beyond hope they would pull the trigger and finally put you out of your misery.Next I thought of when animals in captivity or experiments exhibit self-harm. When you repeatedly give electric shocks to monkeys with no pattern. They can’t figure it out, and have no idea when it’s coming or how to trigger it or prevent it. So they start pulling their hair out, hitting their head against the walls, scratching their skin until they bleed. I guess, on some level, it’s a way for them to recover the mildest amount of control over their situation and their own suffering.That’s what I thought of.I managed to get a 78% on that exam. A huge relief, but too broken to care.This man broke me, and I stopped caring.If I study for 8 hours, I fail. If I study for 16 hours, I fail. But I understand the material and theory, just can’t be rushed to pump out formulas during tests.I have other, much more interesting classes to pay attention to. I’m overdue in taking care of myself. This is no way to live.I would walk by the halls and see students frantically studying for the final exam. I just laughed and felt sorry for them to still be chained, a slave to that class. I did the bare minimum on homework and studied for that exam in equal proportions as other classes.I took the final exam, which was a nightmare. Most professors give you a little bit of a break at the end. A little reward for making it to the end of a long and difficult semester. They usually make their final exams slightly less difficult than the unit tests. No need to beat a dead horse.Napy was the opposite. Instead of 5 impossible questions, there were 10 of them, with 2 “bonus” questions.With extra time, I ended up getting nearly 5 hours to work on it. Just ragged insanity. Time wasn’t the issue, it was just mental exhaustion. Not even being able to think straight. Too busy obsessing over the consequences to be able to think about the problem in front of me.Too busy hating this man for intentionally setting up his class this way and cracking jokes about it after he had been made abundantly aware of the effects of his mental abuse on his students.I don’t know what I got on the final exam. But he gave me a D- in the class. Yes, he went out of his way to give me a ‘minus’ in a school that doesn’t differentiate within the letter grade. As far as GPA is concerned, a D- is the same as a D is the same as a D+.Literally no reason for him to give me a D- rather than a plain D other than just disrespect.Ironically, immediately after graduation, I got hired at Siemens as a Systems Specialist for their HVAC branch. My job is literally all automatic controls! They are putting me through their own proprietary training curriculum to design and program their HVAC systems and I’m very excited to get out in the field.Unfortunately, he caused me to hate the material. Hate the subject. A rather interesting and extremely useful and relevant field of study in today’s advancing technology. Even though I put 3 or 4 times as much effort into his class as any other I’ve ever taken, I can barely seem to remember any of it compared to other classes. My best guess is I’ve repressed it. Either that, or his method is horrible for concept retention. Who knows, right?I’m not saying I would try to hurt him, or wish ill will upon him. All I’m saying is…Look, if I was on a jury for someone who assaulted him or attempted to murder him, I wouldn’t agree, but I’d understand.All I wish for him in life is that he have an invisible thumbtack in his shoe, right under his big toe, that he can never see or be able to remove it.I’m not mad about wanting to be a thorough professor, or just having high expectations. I actually appreciate him pushing us to explore the material better and having a legitimate mastery of it, rather than some other classes you could BS your way through, but mental games gotta stop.If you want to be open, and acknowledge it, that’s fine, but don’t wear a mask, jump out of a dark alley, beat the shit out of someone, then the next day tease them for having a black eye.Oh, and my advice for other students? Just take it over the summer. That’s the only session that he doesn’t teach. It’s SO much easier with a different professor. Just avoid him.Horrible that you have to go out of your way to take a summer class to avoid a single professor, but that’s life sometimes.EDIT: Like similar answers, talking about the corruption of college politics and such, I’m anticipating people calling me a loser or whatever. “You’re just mad he didn’t give you an A” or “lol probably playing too much video games” or whatever else.I’m not interested in convincing anybody one way or another. Obviously, my answer here is pretty much irrelevant if you won’t ever have this professor, but I’ll post some public grading records from WVU.Napolitano’s grades are consistently the lowest across MAE (mechanical and aerospace engineering).You can also see a very significant 1/2 letter grade difference between Napolitano’s grade and another professor, Andrew Rhodes.You can browse all of WVU’s grades here:WVU Fall 2018/Spring 2019 Average Grade and GPA Checker

I'll go ahead and answer the question - but only for info. This is off the top of my head and based on the classic way of doing things. I might be missing a few and services like Gust, AngeLlist Docs, Clerky, etc., promise to simplify some steps. The sequence can vary slightly.Company pitches you or you find companyIf interested, invite for longer meetingPreliminary due diligence, vetting, intake process, business development on both sidesInternal decision to make an offerDo analysis to decide on financial terms of offerWith help from lawyers / experts, decide on structural terms of offerAscertain informally that company is interested in receiving your offerIf there are multiple interested investors, get them all onboard. Decide who will take lead. Get commitments from them. Or decide to take the whole round.Lead investor offers term sheetTerm sheet may be wrapped inside a nonbinding letter of intent, or introductory paragraphs that establish a few binding terms: (a) how long the offer is open, (b) stand-still, no-shop, exclusivity, etc, (c) confidentiality of negotiations, (d) mutual obligation to proceed in good faith with steps towards closing.There is often some back and forth on the terms. This can be investor-to-CEO or lawyer-to-lawyer, or one big conference call. Best not cross the streams. Useful if you can decide who will be the good cop and bad cop ("I'd love to waive that term but my lawyer won't let me"), and who is the closer.Upon signing, the target company needs to lawyer up if it hasn't already, and you should have a tax expert ready too.Investors prepare formal due diligence request - financial, technical, contractual / legal, equity, etc. The company will need to show all of its contracts, records, corporate minutes.Often, the company isn't up to date on its paperwork or set up right, so it needs corporate clean-up. Probably 1/2 of all companies need non-trivial fixing at this point. Due diligence may uncover other matters (pending disputes, unacceptable promises to founders, lack of clarity on IP) that have to be remedied by companies, or accepted by investors.Company (or sometimes investor) prepares a set of definitive documents for investor review, based on the term sheet. For a priced equity round that may include a stock purchase agreement, shareholder agreement, voting agreement, buy/sell, and restated certificate of incorporation. And then there are subsidiary documents - new vesting terms for shareholders, board and shareholder approvals, secretary's and CEO's certificate attesting to accuracy of representations, appendixes with exceptions and notes from the company regarding the reps and warranties (which serve as a backstop for the due diligence). For a convertible note the definitive documents are a lot simpler, and the terms regarding conversion are usually left at the term sheet level.Considerable back and forth between lawyers for each side on the definitive documents... a good advertisement for using standard term sheets and document sets, and avoiding any unique deal terms.During this period the company typically agrees not to accept competing offers or take any actions inconsistent with closing the transaction. There is often a deadline, which can be extended - this depends on any binding terms in the MOU / term sheet.Company board and shareholders approve the transaction (they board should have already approved in principle and given CEO authority to negotiate, but in any case they need to approve the final transaction).Company lawyers will do any required "blue sky" or regulatory filings.If founder / employee agreements or vesting / stock terms have to be redone, or if there are prior investors whose terms are changing or whose approval is required, they get contacted by the company lawyers for approval.Company files amended articles with the secretary of state, to establish rights of new shareholders (in preferred equity financing).Closing day. Both sides sign counterparts of all of the various documents. It used to be in person with accordion files (see picture below), then faxes. Someday it will all be electronic signatures. Investor wires money. Normally, each side can trust the other to close the deal at this point, but if there are trust issues or many investors or people to be paid out of closing funds one of the lawyers can serve as an informal escrow agent, holding the funds and paperwork until everything is in order. Lawyers for both sides generally see to it that their fees and any transaction costs or offsets are taken directly out of investment proceeds.Post-closing. Company prints share certificates (do those even exist anymore?), prepares multiple copies of closing binder with all of the signed agreements (it used to be a heavy hard bound book, then CD ROM, perhaps moving online), somebody makes lucite deal trophies or something more creative. Everyone buys a bottle of champagne for their favorite lawyer.In some cases the investment is "tranched" in multiple steps or has post-closing milestones where the share numbers can change or additional funds are deposited.Now that you're a shareholder, you need a process for attending meetings, evaluating company performance, keeping track of your portfolio, and using your clout to help the company.Here's how it used to look, one folder for each investor. Normally a lot thicker than the paperwork shown.You're asking about step 10 and beyond. David S. Rose and Michael Pickles are cautioning you, don't skip step 6. From a business point of view, also don't skip steps 3, 5, and 25. Whether "we" means just you or you're part of an angel group, you need some discipline and process so as not to throw money at every shiny thing that moves, on hucksters, or at unrealistic valuations.