Now look, I totally understand

Now look, I totally understand that I'm at a community college. It's focused on vocational and prep work, and not the intellectual pursuits that most higher institutions are. I totally get it. But I really chafe at being treated like an uneducated idiot. Here's an example: We spent 15 (or so) minutes today on the differences between (and I'm not kidding) full-text articles and citations. Excuse me? F U L L T E X T A R T I C L E pretty much says it all, doesn't it? Now, citations, that's a worthy topic. I mean, besides the fact that you can buy a book that tells you how to do it, I can understand how many people long out of the educational paradigm might need an update. But hello, we didn't cover how to cite. We covered what a citation was. I'm frustrated and really pissed.
I really love school, don't get me wrong. But I love learning, and I'm just not. (In this class--in reference materials, I'm learning a lot.) I'm so far, at 100% and if I get all the points on my homework, I can reasonably fail the research paper and still pass the class. I won't fail the research paper, because I am physically incapable of turning in sub-standard work, but I could, you see, and that means something. I just storm out of that class, completely mind-numbed. I think that I could get more intellectual stimulation in a high school class. I'm not kidding about that either.
I think the teacher can tell I'm getting frustrated (and don't even get me started about her. She says she has 95 hours past her masters degree in classes in adult education. Take it from me, you can't tell.), because I can't hide it. Those of you who know me, you know that I'm a ridiculously bad liar, and a ridiculously bad hider of feelings. For instance, if I hate your shoes/outfit/hairdo, it's likely you'll know, only because I'm truly bad at masking, in my eyes, how I feel. So I'm thinking she knows that I hate the whole thing. You should see my (non-existent) notes for the class. Doodles, words, mean (MEAN) statements about the teacher and some of the other assorted idiots in the class--it doesn't even qualify as notes. Because there is NOTHING worthy to write down.
I know other women in the class feel the same, and there are some incredibly intelligent women in the class. I honestly don't know how they take the condescension and pandering. I just don't get it. Thank fucking goodness I've only got a month of this class left.