[Disclaimer: this is not organized. I don’t much care. I’m too pissed-off right now to do a proper job of it. Enjoy.]
Dear Professor:
In the two weeks since I, along with the entire class, handed in my paper (5-7 pages long), I have not gotten it back. This is the only writing assignment we have had.
That paper, further, is the only written mark I have of how well I have understood the material, since there hasn’t been any other graded assignment and you bullshit about things better than a professional toilet-cleaner.
The mid-term for our class is next Monday. You, Professor, have failed to A) get the fucking paper back to me so I have some semblance of if I’ve learned anything from your bullshit classes with their pointed questions which I could actually answer without having read the material. B), you’ve failed to actually write the mid-term yet, so if I wanted to, say, get a feel for what it’s going to be like, all you can do is offer some hypothetical conjecture because you don’t know yet.
Today was our last class before the mid-term. I went to class today for the SOLE purposes of 1) getting my paper back and 2) getting some idea of the structure and suchlike of the mid-term.
You tell us that we know what it is we’re responsible for. My response to that, dear professor with the planning ability of a diseased yak, is such:
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YOU DON’T KNOW, BECAUSE YOU HAVEN’T WRITTEN THE MID-TERM!!!
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Unlike you, I have done my work for this class, which consists mainly of writing a paper and coming to class ready to discuss. Maybe I should count my lucky stars you can at least remember and differentiate between the various works you picked for class.
Oh, wait, you can’t. You were making a “wonderful” point about the ending of one poem, and then you realized (as the entire class sat there dumbfounded) that you were relating the beginning of one poem to the end of another WITHOUT REALIZING THEY WERE NOT THE SAME POEM! And you had them BOTH IN FRONT OF YOU!!! GAAAAAAAH!
You drive me so insane I can’t even properly rant. I don’t know what I’m going to do about the mid-term because every time I think about you I just want to launch myself into satiric verse about what a pathetic excuse for a “teacher” you are.
You have offered absolutely no excuse/reason/bullshit “I just can’t get to it” answer for this. You have yet to provide proof that you weren’t off sniffing glue during the two weeks you’ve had to correct our papers.
Oh, and when it comes time for teacher evaluations, whoever reads yours is going to get a well-reasoned, organized and otherwise cogent rant about why you should never be allowed within book-throwing distance of a classroom. Whoever the fuck allowed you to teach should be sacked.
::collapses::