He was just a jackass. I was told to teach a class in the evenings at a Middle School once a week. I pointed out that (a) our students never studied except for a class, and therefore they would not get the same out of a once a week course that met 12 times as a thrice weekly course that met 41 times, and (b) that the course did not meet for the minimum of 45 hours, since, although it was scheduled to meet from 7:00 to 10:00 PM, the janitors ran us out of the building at 9:15, thereby cutting the total class time from the 37 hours of the the MWF class to 33 hours, a reduction of 11%.
The dean did nothing about cancelling or upping the number of times the class met, so I gave the same assignments and tests and graded the students exactly the same. 3/4th of them flunked, mostly because they attended 8 or fewer classes, did not take tests missed and did not turn in assignments. The chairman said I should "give them a break" and "curve" the grades. I pointed out that to pass even half of them would be to pass them with a grade of 40%, and told him that I was not going to do this. He had already cheesed me off by giving me a schedule in which my first class was at 8:0 AM and my last was supposed to end at 10:00 PM every Monday.
Eventually, he retired. he said he was planning to take a trip to Paris, so I gave him a beautiful Guide to Paris that had a price of $49.95 on the cover. He did not know, nor did I tell him, that I got it for $3 in a yard sale. He was very surprised at his going away party.
Three months later, he died, I heard, of lung cancer. No one knew he was ill.
When I cleaned out my office, I found that he left a beret behind in my office, it had fallen behind a bookshelf. I gave it to Good Will.