Ay, damn Trelawney and her damn Divination. We all know I hate Umbridge, so I’m not going to talk further about the fact that she’s the Worst Person Ever. Instead, I’m choosing to speak a bit about Professor Sybil Trelawney, possibly the most infuriating professor in all of Hogwarts history. There’s no doubt that having Snape harass you throughout Potions class every day would be frustrating beyond all doubt, but at least he’s a competent teacher who the students could probably learn from (even if doing so meant losing House points and being on the receiving end of humiliation). He’s demanding, but so brilliant at his topic.
I considered complaining about Lockhart, but upon further reflection realized that I probably would have loved his class if I went to Hogwarts because it’s like that class that you go to, sit in the back and text your friends while blogging online, and which you never do your homework for because the teacher forgets he even handed it out in the first place. He’s so easy to manipulate, which just so happens to be one of my specialties.
But no, no. My choice is Trelawney, that irritating, bug-eyed, more-mystical-than-thou woman. She’s not only a useless professor, she’s the type of teacher that takes what could be a really fascinating subject and makes it as dry as the freaking Sahara. Every time Harry goes into her classroom, I can just imagine how stiflingly hot and dimly-lit it is, and all those times that I have desperately attempted to keep my eyes from dropping closed during a boring class come rushing back to me in an unpleasant flood. To top it all off, she makes them do a fair amount of work. Not a fan. If only Umbridge had succeeded in canning her ass.
