You do not know how many of our brilliant proposals have been turned down this week, for reasons having to do with unrelieved ignorance.
You do not know that my student’s husband is a waiter.
You do not know that the technology for our class has broken down.
You do not know that the way this couple amuses themselves at night is by reading for my class – even though he is not a student, but a waiter.
You do not know that they found brilliant audio on the Internet for the play we are reading.
You do not know that she forgot the URL and could not call it up on her iPad in class.
You do not know that she texted her husband, during class, from her cell phone, to his job, to find out what the URL was.
You do not know that he texted her back and that we, spontaneously, in class, managed to hear the audio.
Me cago en la rechingada madre de Bobby Jindal, the MLA, LASA, and everyone else. We had fucking class and I am betting that it was better than your class.
Another thing that you do not know about me, about that person who continues to complain upon this blog about teaching, is this: my student evaluations say great… great… great teacher.
In addition, outside class I believe I have managed to convince one more smart person not to go to graduate school today.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 