Subclass I: The mindless masses who can’t be bothered to look up the documentation. Dammit, read the fucking webpage. You can use the web to download your fucking porn, to fucking-bay your sundry crap, to steal copyrighted music, but you can’t read the course webpage? Fuck you!
Subclass II: The wanderers who can’t be bothered to drop the course. By all fucking means, simply stop attending class, stop takig tests, even don’t take the final. Way to go, fuckers, triple the failure rate for my class. Why have 5% F’s when we can another 10% due to you feckless fuckers.
Subclass III: The Come Latelies, who can’t be bothered to participate in more than 5 sessions out of a 5-month course, who then, of course, want “special consideration”, because, well, mommy and daddy think that you’re the Fucking Center of the Fucking Universe.
Subclass IV: The Whingers. Stop fucking whinging! You’re old enough to drink/vote/drive/fuck, so you’re old enough to stop whinging. Fuckers.
Subclass V: The Cellphone Addicts: turn off the goddamned, fucking cells in my class. That retarded fucking ringtone that you actually bought off of a 3AM TV commercial skeezer website is not appropriate ever, specially when it goes fucking off during a 40%-of-the-course-grade-final-examination.
Subclass VI: The careless: When I actually buy your fucking story of woe, and let you take the final on a different day, don’t fucking show up 2 hours late, motherfucking ingrate.
Subclass VII: The Bratz: when I make a decision, Fucking Princess, I’m quite finished. Asking for extra credit after you blow an examination? No. Even if you aslk repeatedly.
As for the other 97% of my students, I love and miss you, ya ignorant bastards.