If you want a caring and reasonable Professor look elsewhere. He wont take the time to listen.

Funny guy, seems like a great person, but hes too much to be a first year prof. Hed be great in 3rd or 4th but 1st is so overwhelming and he hits hard. Watch out

I'm at the back end of his CHEM 1110 class, and this guy cannot be bothered to show up to a single one of his classes on time. If he says you'll get your grade or assignment back on a given date, add two weeks, and you probably still won't get feedback. Not only that, but I've never seen a teacher show up 10min late to their own 50min midterm

BOTH of his midterms had wrong answers. He or his TA marks them terribly. I've challenged and gotten back 16% and 7% on them. He does not give any exam prep. What he says will be on the midterm will not be and vise versa. For the online test, the notes for the topics were not released untill 3 days after the due date.

This guy showed up 10 minutes late to his midterm. His dog passed away, and he basically took a week off for "The worst week of his life" and did not compensate students for lost lecture time. Most unorganized prof ever. He also posted the Exam review on Moodle 15 hours before the 9AM final. He constantly grades wrong. Always check your test.

He showed up late to both midterms. He also just sent out practice finals and questions, a whole 11 hours before the final tomorrow morning. He showed up late to pretty much every 8:30 class, Starbucks in hand. This guy is by far the most tardy, careless teacher I've had.

I see hate comments before final, I'll join in. He is so slow, took a month to mark quizzes, even though AI grades them. Guaranteed midterm marks within the week, it took 3. Still waiting for my appeals on the second midterm to be looked at. A comment earlier today mentioned no exam prep, posted sometime the night before the final, Thanks Jason!

Came in late to 90% of 8:30 classes. Would go hugely off-topic during lectures (Max. 10 min of actual course material covered). Late to both midterms, gave practice exams out at like 10 pm the night before the 9 am exam. Showed up to the exam hall 5 minutes before the start, without exams for like 70 students. Had to wait like 45 minutes to start.

Showed up to exam on time. With like 100 finals to few, took another 50 minutes for him to get the rest.

He is always late. Showed up late to the exam 100 exams short. He dresses in weird blazer most of the time and it's very off puting. Uncanny valley. Worst grader ever, my midterm went from a 54 to a 78 from un marked questions. Do not take him

I don't even know where to start. He shows up late to the exam at 9am, and what do you know there are only enough test papers for maybe 50% of the exam hall. Myself along with 50% of the exam hall sat in silence for nearly an hour waiting to get our exam. This is unacceptable and a complete disrespect to us students. I do not recommend this teacher

He was always late to his 8:30 class, although he apparently always had time to stop for his Starbucks. The final for his class was today, he showed up after everyone was already seated. Not only that, but he was about 100 exams short. Half the class started at 9, while the other half had to wait an hour while he went to print more. Unacceptable.

he was good but made exams impossible, the final was the hardest exam you will take and over half of the course criteria was not covered on the final...

Where do I begin... He always shows up late, including to midterms and exams. In his midterms, he made a question wrong and stopped the whole class (8:30) for 10 minutes while he contemplated removing it. He was 100 exams short and left students sitting twiddling their thumbs waiting. He has made many mistakes in grading students midterms.

He is not a good teacher. He does not go over topics that are going to be tested on. He was late to the exam and 100 exams short, so students needed to wait an hour.

Jason is always late to everything, with starbies in hand. He talks in abstract terms that he says will not be on the exam. He showed up late to the exam 70 exams short, and left half the students sitting there. People were loud while waiting and distracted others.

I would never take this prof again. Don't bother going to his lectures. Also, he tests on stuff not taught yet, so stay ahead with the textbook. Not to mention he was short on exams and made lots of students wait 50 minutes to get their exam.

Don't take him. He is not a good teacher and is very slow to reply to emails.

Save yourself the frustration. Lectures are a waste of time—he rambles about concepts he admits won't be tested. His logistical failures are unforgivable: late to the final and short on booklets. Spent 50 minutes printing more while the class dissolved into noise.

Terrible communicator and painfully slow to email back. You have to teach yourself everything from the book because his lectures are all over the place. The exam shortage scandal (100 short!) showed a complete lack of respect for students' time. Would not recommend to anyone.

Final exam was terrible, Jason showed up late missing over a hundred exams. While he left to print more, some students began writing the test while others sat on their phones and talked. Completely unprofessional, felt like being trapped in a zoo.

The exam fiasco says it all: late arrival, short on papers, and a distracted waiting room environment. He also pauses lectures for 10 minutes to ponder a single bad test question. Inefficient and frustrating. Just read the textbook and skip class.

You know that feeling when you're waiting for a bus that just never comes? That's his class. You show up at 8:30, he strolls in at 8:47 with his latte, and then spends 15 minutes trying to remember what we did last time. The exam shortage was the final insult—I genuinely thought it was a prank. It wasn't.

My main memory of this class will be the smell of coffee and the sound of frantic whispering as 50 of us waited for our midterm papers. He apologized, but it felt so hollow after the third time he'd done it. His lectures are like listening to a smart but very distracted uncle tell a long, confusing story.

He has this tragic habit of getting really, really excited about some niche historical footnote about atomic theory for a solid ten minutes, then remembers we have a syllabus to follow and rushes through the actual important stuff. It's charming for a week, then it's just frustrating. You leave feeling entertained but wholly unprepared.

I learned a lot about chemistry. None of it was from him. I learned it from Khan Academy at 2 AM, trying to decipher what he meant to say in class. His idea of "office hours" is apparently just the 5 minutes after class where he looks at his watch nervously. Getting help is like trying to catch smoke.

There's a special kind of stress that comes from watching your professor panic at his own exam. He was counting booklets, muttering, counting again, and then his face just fell. We all knew. The collective sigh in that room could have powered a small turbine. It summed up the whole semester: a well-intentioned disaster.

He's the kind of guy who is probably lovely to have coffee with, but should not be in charge of anything involving logistics or deadlines. I felt bad for him when he was short on exams, I really did. But I also paid for this course. My sympathy doesn't change my grade or give me that hour of my life back.

The course wasn't hard, but it was unnecessarily aggravating. It's the little things: emailing into the void, the constant low-grade anxiety of "will he be on time today?", the bizarre test questions that came from one throwaway line in the textbook's appendix. It wears you down.

I got an A. I'm still giving 1 star. Getting a good grade here isn't a reflection of his teaching; it's a reflection of how well you can parent yourself. You become your own teacher, your own secretary (to follow up on his errors), and your own motivational speaker to get through the sheer messiness of it all. Not worth the headache.

You become a detective in this class. "Okay, he spent 30 seconds on this topic in lecture, but it's a full chapter in the book... so that means it's definitely on the test, right?" It's exhausting. The syllabus is a suggestion, the lectures are a vibe, and the tests are a pop quiz on your ability to read his mind. I'm tired.

The Starbucks thing became a running joke in our study group. "Pearson Standard Time," we called it. PST. It was funny until you realize you're paying tuition for this, and you're missing your bus to your next class because lecture started 20 minutes late again. The humor wears thin real fast.

It's the constant, low-grade anxiety that got me. Not the hard kind, the annoying kind. "Will he mention the thing?" "Should I email him about that grade? Is it worth the 5-day wait for a non-answer?" "Is he going to be late again?" It felt like managing a project where the project manager kept forgetting they had a project.

The disconnect between what he finds interesting and what we actually need to know is massive. He'll get lost in these little stories and trivia, which would be fine if it was a hobby podcast. But it's a required course, and when test time comes, you realize you were entertained, not educated.

Everything feels like it's held together with tape and good intentions. From not having enough handouts to mixed-up schedules, there's always some small, annoying crisis. It creates this background stress where you can't just focus on learning; you're always waiting for the next logistical hiccup.

He has a habit of presenting things in the most complicated way possible. It's like he forgets this is an intro class. Instead of building from the ground up, he starts in the middle and assumes we're all following his unique train of thought. Most of us aren't. We're just confused.

The exam days were pure chaos. Not just being short, but the whole vibe. People talking, coming in and out, no clear instructions. It's hard to get into a test-taking mindset when the environment feels like a busy train station. That's on the professor to manage, and he didn't.

Punctuality isn't just about being on time; it's about respect. When someone is consistently late, it sends a message that your time isn't valuable. It sets a tone for the whole class, and the tone here was that this was all a low-priority obligation for him.

The tests felt unfair. Not just hard, but like they were testing a different class than the one he taught. You'd study your notes and the assigned chapters, then get hit with problems that used concepts he only mentioned in passing or not at all. It's a horrible feeling to be blindsided like that.

There's no reliability. You can't rely on the posted schedule, you can't rely on office hours, you can't rely on emails. When the foundation of a class is that shaky, it makes every part of it more difficult and stressful than it needs to be.

Until class starts, the lecture is both useful and a complete waste of time. Then the door opens, he arrives with his latte, and the wave function collapses. It's a waste of time. Every. Single. Time.

Thought my tuition was for expert instruction. Turns out, a large portion of it funded my new part-time job: Sitting Quietly While The Professor Figures Out Logistics. No benefits, terrible management. 0/10, do not take.

Lost 5 pounds this semester! The secret? A strict regimen of skipping breakfast because his 8:30 AM class actually starts at 8:50, leaving no time to eat. The "PST Diet"(Pearson Standard Time)—involuntary, stressful, but effective. Thanks, I guess?

Taking his class felt like subscribing to a podcast with sporadic, confusing episodes and a host who forgets to release the final episode. The actual test was like the pop quiz for the podcast you never got. Audited the content elsewhere.

I now understand why they make you take chemistry—it's to build character through suffering. The suffering wasn't from the subject; it was from the administrative vortex that surrounded it. I am now a more patient, albeit more cynical, human.

He's the human embodiment of the "This is Fine" dog meme, sitting in a room that's on fire, sipping coffee. The fire is his own disorganization. We were all the other dogs in the room, just trying to survive.

You know that friend who's brilliant but can't ever meet on time or follow a plan? Now imagine that friend is in charge of your GPA. That's this class. Lovely guy, personally. Professionally, a disaster.

Forced us to use "Stemble," a broken homework platform that looks like it was coded in 2005. It crashed every other night before deadlines. The real kicker? The privacy policy is a novel-length nightmare about selling "aggregate user data." I'm pretty sure my failed titration data is now owned by an ad company.

Stemble is a scam. $120 for a mandatory access code to a glitchy platform that steals your information. I had to disable my firewall for it to "verify" my work. No other professor uses this trash. It feels like a personal side-hustle for him.

The class had a permanent "waiting room" energy. Waiting for him to start, waiting for him to get to the point, waiting for exams to be printed. I spent more time in a state of anticipation than I did in a state of learning.

I have a theory he's conducting a secret sociological experiment on student resilience under conditions of mild but constant administrative chaos. If so, I want my participation credit.

I learned two things: 1) The principles of general chemistry. 2) How to thrive in an environment where leadership is absent. The second lesson was far more stressful and far more thoroughly taught.

He doesn't just teach chemistry; he teaches humility by systematically dismantling your GPA. The unpredictable tests and lack of clarity aren't challenges—they're traps. My transcript is now his collateral damage.

Doesn't matter if you're an A student or a B student. This class will drag you down to a C-level of confusion and frustration. It's the great equalizer, lowering everyone's GPA to meet its own chaotic standards.

I aced the lab. I understood the concepts when I studied them myself. Then his exams, with their gotcha questions on untaught material, would show up. My GPA is now carrying a scar from a battle I was never properly equipped to fight.

The Starbucks cup is not a personality trait, it's a warning sign. It means class will start 15 minutes late, again. He'd stroll in, take a long, theatrical sip, and then spend 5 minutes finding where he left off. My education was on hold for his venti latte.

The Starbucks cup was his scepter, the worn-out backpack his throne. He'd enter like a disheveled king returning from a long journey, not a professor with a 830AM responsibility. We weren't his students; we were the audience for his daily, late-entering performance art piece called "I Forgot This Was My Job."

The latte was his priority, not our 8:30 AM start time. Watching him casually walk in late, drink in hand, felt like a daily insult. Zero professionalism.

His Starbucks run was more reliable than his lecture. We'd watch him sip through the window while the clock ticked. The cup was always full; our learning was not.

His review sessions were just him re-reading his confusing slides, but faster. When asked to clarify, he'd just re-read the same line again, louder.

You couldn't ask questions without him going on a 5-minute tangent that started with "That's an interesting question..." and ended nowhere near an answer.

His go-to phrase was "It's intuitive." Nothing about quantum numbers is intuitive, sir. That's why we're in an intro class. Explain it.

Don't rely on his lectures. He spends the whole time on philosophical tangents, then tests on dense textbook problems he never covered. You are completely self-taught.

His email response time is measured in weeks, not hours. By the time he replies, the assignment is already past due or the test is over. It's useless.

I came into this class thinking jason would be a great prof. Sadly mistaken

The course is pure chaos. The syllabus is wrong, the due dates change, and he never announces anything clearly. You're always scrambling.

He was 70 exams short for the final. Seventy. People were on their phones, talking, it was a circus. He left us sitting there for nearly an hour.

The man is never on time. Not for lecture, not for his own office hours, certainly not for exams. His personal schedule is a mystery we all suffer through.

You will learn nothing from his lectures. They are slow, meandering, and full of personal anecdotes that have zero relevance to chemistry or the exam.

He is incapable of running an exam smoothly. Short on papers, late to start, vague instructions. The environment is so unprofessional it adds to the test anxiety.

His grading is inconsistent and harsh. He takes off points for not using the "method he taught," but he never clearly taught a single, consistent method.

The disconnect is astounding. He talks about high-level concepts he finds fascinating, then gives a basic, memorization-heavy test from the textbook publisher. He's not even teaching his own material.

He is the most disorganized person I have ever met in an academic setting. From lost papers to botched exam logistics, it's a masterclass in how not to run a course.

His lectures are a waste. He reads off slides you can find online, then goes on unrelated tangents. You learn more in 30 minutes with the book than his whole class.

The Starbucks cup is part of his brand. He'll place it on the podium, take a sip, and say "Let's begin" 20 minutes after class was supposed to start.

Final exam day: he arrived late, short 90 exams. Made a joke about it. It wasn't funny. We sat for 50 minutes doing nothing.

You'll become an expert in interpreting vague statements. "This might be important" = definite exam question. "This is a fascinating aside" = will waste 25 minutes of your life. The real test was decoding his language.

The low point was when a student asked for a basic definition. He stared blankly for a solid minute, then said, "Hmm, how would you define it?" When the student hesitated, he just moved on. We never got an answer.

I have notes that just say "??? story about his dog ???" followed by a crucial equation scribbled in a 30-second panic as he realized class was almost over. The whiplash was real.

The review sheet for the final was 40 topics long. He covered 12 in class. When asked, he said, "The rest are in the book." So the "review" was just the table of contents. Thanks.

The Starbucks cup wasn't just for coffee. It was a prop. A shield he could hide behind while shuffling notes, a reason to pause mid-sentence. It was the third character in every lecture, after "Confusion" and "Wasted Time."

The class felt like a group project where one member (him) didn't read the instructions, missed all the meetings, and then graded everyone else's work. The power dynamic was completely backwards.

He treated the lecture hall like his personal brainstorming session. He'd think out loud, follow dead-end ideas, and then look up surprised we were still there. We weren't students; we were witnesses.

The most consistent thing about this course was the inconsistency. You could never get a straight answer about anything—grading, deadlines, office hours. It was like navigating a maze in the dark.

I'm convinced he writes his lecture notes on Starbucks napkins 5 minutes before class. The flow is nonexistent. He'll jump from ionic bonds to a story about his vacation, then back to stoichiometry like nothing happened.

I learned that entropy always increases. He was the living proof. Watching his desk, his lectures, and his exam logistics descend into chaos was a real-time, ungraded lab demonstration.

If his class was a chemical reaction, the catalyst would be confusion, the reactant would be your will to live, and the product would be a fine, bitter powder of resentment. Stoichiometry not balanced.

I started a betting pool on his arrival time. “8:47” paid out big. “With a new, non-Starbucks cup” was the long shot that bankrupted us all. More educational than the actual lectures.

Becca McDonald..

Jason More like lateson. MORE like latteson (get it because of the starbies and being late and his name is Jason) He is not a good prof. More like Jason Bourne because of how illusive he is Jason P(no)earson the way he doesn't listen to students (no ear so he's deaf) Mr. Jason ‘short on exams' Pearson Mr sells stemble data01000110 00100000 01010101

Jason Pearson…….. You're in big trouble Mr.

Both of my midterm grades changed majorly. My first midterm was bumped up 9% and the second was bumped up 12%. On the second midterm we had to appeal online, my appeals were approved on dec 17th. the exam was the 9th. So i didn't know my rough grade going into the exam. Secondly, he didn't answer a single email this entire semester.

Jason where are my grades

He's waiting until last minute to post the exam grades because he doesn't want students to appeal the wrong marking scheme he uses. He uses AI for the marking and sells your wrong answers for his Starbucks money.

I am not sure yet of my grade. This is because he still hasn't posted the final grades, when they were do 3 hours ago

Smells like old cheese and coffee…