Oh The Wonderful Experience of Dealing With a Crazy Professor

So on a whim I decided to enroll in an Introduction to Folklore class. The class fit well into my schedule as it only meets once a week at night on a day of the week that I do not work due to another afternoon class I am taking. I was somewhat weary of the class, because I admittedly have no idea what folklore is/means/does. So on the first day of class I sat midsection in the small room and awaited the arrival of my professor. After fifteen minuets (the advised time for students to leave in the situation of a professor being late and/or not showing up) of waiting my professor still had not shown up, and some of my classmates became frustrated and left the class. Within only moments I found myself agitated at the absence of my professor and left the room counting the dollars, gas, and time I had just wasted without having learned anything. The next week the class size had shrunk by one fourth, but I was still intrigued by the topic of the course and decided to give the professor a chance to explain her absence. At twelve minuets passed class start time the professor walked through the door somewhat frazzled and disoriented. She explained her tardiness due to the lack of parking near the building (I bought a parking space at the beginning of the semester to avoid this same issue) and her absence of the first class by a flat tire cased by vandals. She then proceeded to utilize fifty of the one hundred and twenty minuets of class time to take attendance and comment on students' names ("Nik, how androgynous?"). The professor then went on to explain she does not take attendance, give quizzes, give tests/exams, and our grade will be based on midterm and final essay papers.It is eight weeks into the semester, and the professor has been absent four of the eight classes and tardy to two. This last class the professor sent out an email explaining her absence (some friend go sick or something?) thirty minuets after class started, and she canceled the midterm paper.
I suppose I am most disappointed in this predicament, because I have not learned anything. When asked for a definition of folklore the professor provided a broad definition that included street signs and Pepsi adds. When asked for a course outline the professor answered to read our D2L readings. I honestly feel cheated as I have paid a lot of money for my education with an understanding that I would in turn be educated. I also feel as thought I am cheating: When I present my degree is it is understood I have earned all my credits. I will not have earned the credits for this class, because I still have yet to learn anything. I explained this situation to my father who replied "Oh, the wonderful experience of dealing with a crazy professor...welcome to a university."

--Nikki