Top 6 Worst Courses I've Ever Taken

6. 2nd Year Biochemistry: Cell Biology
I really thought this class was good, until I got my final mark. I was just over half a percent from being in my minimum letter grade range. It may sound silly, but try losing the 100m in the Olympics by less than a second. I've done that too - it's better than being half a percent off.

5. 1st Year Economics: Macroeconomics
No matter how hard I tried, I just didn't work out with me. So much for that business degree.

4. Youth Communication
This is another course from another degree I never finished. I must say that this one had the 2nd worst final exam I've written in my entire life(the worst is described further down). It had a major essay question worth 25 marks, as well as a short answer question that was worth the same amount. I didn't understand that sort of weighting, and I don't think my prof did either.

3. 2nd Year Organic Chemistry Lab
It wasn't the lab that was bad. I seem to do quite well in lab-based courses, but not this one. I still believe that the way some stuff went down was outside the realm of proper justice.

2. 1st Year English: Introduction to Literature and Issues in Culture
Contrary to your expectations of this class from the title, it was anything but interesting. The class really wasn't about issues in culture, it was about a single issue in culture - globalization. Instead of looking at the interesting aspects of globalization, the prof preferred to interpret it as a chance to saturate us with anti-corporationist media. Don't get me wrong - I hate The Man just as much as anyone. But my hatred of The Man is pure, unlike the prof's poorly-veiled attempts at being original. The only thing that is as bad as The Man is the trendy hatred of The Man, which is really another form of The Man, known as The Man 2.0. I hate The Man and The Man 2.0 in the same way that I hated this class.
One final note: the reading list for this class was equally painful. It included the typical horrible Canadian literature about some fish girl, and a Chinese book about a love-affair between a Chinese woman and a German businessman. Get it? The intertwining of their bodies was a metaphor for globalization. Real clever. Sex has never been used as a metaphor before. Also, the book was apparently banned in China, which probably made my prof feel more edgy. He loved feeling that way.

1. 3rd Year Biology: Invertebrate Biology
Even the globalization debacle was not as bad as this mistake. For those of you who don't know, an invertebrate is something that doesn't have a spinal cord. I'm the sort of biology major who prefers dogs to slugs (ie. a normal human being) so this course wasn't really my bag from the get-go. But, I needed to fill some credit slot, so alas, I signed up.
I was quite distraught to find out, once I was already in the course, that I would have to go on a field-trip that would steal my entire weekend. It was the worst field-trip of my life. We got to spend four hours just getting there. We got to go on boats in the rain and catch plankton. We got to spend our evenings looking at anemones on a beach. We got to sleep in a dorm with other people from our class we didn't know, and be kept up till 3 a.m. every night by those who didn't relish our own love for sleep. And that was just one weekend.
The lectures were overly detailed, and finding structure was also a challenge. I ended up relistening to each lecture and taking verbatim notes in an attempt learn something, but I wish I could have had that time back - the exams were designed to make you fail. Not only did they have negative points for wrong answers, the final exam gets the run-away record of being the worst exam written in all of history. It tested everything that was not focused on, with negative points being given should you guess incorrectly.
This course had a lab component. It was three hours a week of drawing things without spinal cords. At least speaking in a David Attenborough voice made it somewhat more bearable.
Finally, the course also demanded that I spend almost twenty dollars of my own money at the Aquarium and spend all my time looking at the boringest stuff, just trying to squeeze some more marks out of the tight fist of my cruel-meister-prof.
Ironically, I did decently in this course. Yet it's not one of those courses that was challenging, but you're happy you were able to come out on top. Just like Churchill would have preferred no war at all over his victory, I would have preferred to have never taken this course.