I have a prof. this semester who has somehow mistaken himself for God and not even a happy God. He is more like the Old Testament God but angrier with PMS and 'roid rage. THis is what I would like to say to him.
Okay sir, I realize that you know more than me and worked very hard for your doctorate. I also know that I am not a retarded monkey scratching my ass. I am an intelligent person as are the other people in our class. I also know that while you deserve respect and have the right to demand it, I also have the right to not be talked down to or degraded. So how about you jump on down of your soap box and teach this class instead of asking vague questions and then getting pissed because no one knows how to answer them. Finally, Huck Finn lived with the freaking Widow Douglas and your angry rant about how I was wrong until someone else politley proved I was right and then you ignore how the whole thing even happened because you are a dick that has short man syndrome is totally not cool!!!!!!! I mean really?!?!?! Your class makes we want to piss broken glass.
But I can't because I need this class. So, I'll just blog it.
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