Going back to skool

So, after all of these high fah-lootin' classes through Stanford Continuing Studies, I am currently enrolled in community college to plug up some psychology prerequisites. Just in case I want to go back to school for reals.

Ways in which class at the College of San Mateo differ from Stanford Continuing Studies, Letterman-style:

10. The back rows of seats fill first.
9. I am (almost?) the oldest one in class, and definitely the only one with a BA.
8. There is a gaping hole on the wall where a clock used to be
7. Slides instead of PowerPoint
6. "Mr." Clare takes attendance.
5. While they issue parking tickets until 10:00, you can only purchase a permit between 8:00 and 5:00.
4. Weekly quizzes
3. Teacher has no email address
2. There are two faded signs in the class which read NO SMOKING NO FOOD OR DRINK IN CLASSROOMS, with those little circle cross-out visuals for those who can't read. I wonder when was the last time somebody actually tried to light up in class?
...and
1. One word: Scantron.