Anyone notice that elective professors are like angels?

I had three electives. All of them are were so kind and wonderful. Like, make you feel warm inside. One of them would give us big speeches about how as a public HBCU we should never be afraid to climb higher, and how he started at a firm as a public HBCU grad at a firm that only hired from private schools and and worked his way up to the highest levels of government. The other one was one of the first black defense attorneys in the rural parts of my state and told us her journey of representing juveniles and going on to lead clinics and influencing all of us to believe ourselves and to help kids. Then I go back to my doctrinal professors and realize I’m back in gooberville and it gives me a migraine