Considering most of the "teachers" at my community college were doing the job as a side gig (and barely that), I'm not surprised that they didn't know anything about the college and it's systems/policies.

I'm glad I'm done with it all. I checked out hard the last couple of semesters when they couldn't hire anyone and these "instructors" started seriously phoning it in. They use other instructors (outdated) materials, never look through the textbooks and use terminology interchangeably to the point where most of my study time was spent trying to determine the difference between what was said in class, what "their" notes dictate, and what the textbook contradicts. After tearing my hair out for days on end you realize your mental health should be more important than an A in a dysfunctional class.

My very last class seemed to be a combination of everything I hated about this school rolled into one. Except for the midterm, I didn't see a single mark for this class until the morning of the final exam. Some folks found out that morning that they had no chance in hell of passing. I barely passed myself, but it was all I needed to graduate so fuck 'em. I'm done.