Good morning,
There is this prof at WMU that reminds me of Snape from Harry Potter and loves to humiliate me in class. You are probably saying to yourself, Snape, thats awesome! cause Snape is fucking hot (I love Villians!). But NO! He has the evil asshole qualities of Snape that I cannot stand. He told me the first day of school in the hallway after class that he was going to focus on picking on me all semester. And he didn't say it in a joking manner whatsoever. Well he picked on me all morning in class. He entered the class while I was reading the textbook, so he probably thought I was last minute reading the chapter for today. What he didn't know was that I was reading two chapters in advance and that I read today's chapter last week. Bastard! I hope he has a massive hemmorage on the floor in front of me and dies. I have never, ever felt such hatred towards anyone before. I feel bad, but I just get sick to my stomach whenever he is around. And he sucks as a prof. He likes to hear himself talk and does not speak clearly whatsoever. You have to filter out the 80 tons of shit to get the 3 ounces of actual academic fact. GGGggrrrr.....
Ok, thats enough for now. I feel a little better. Two more classes to go till I get to go home and do some homework. Maybe I'll frag some kids online later, that always makes me feel better...
Till next time...
There is this prof at WMU that reminds me of Snape from Harry Potter and loves to humiliate me in class. You are probably saying to yourself, Snape, thats awesome! cause Snape is fucking hot (I love Villians!). But NO! He has the evil asshole qualities of Snape that I cannot stand. He told me the first day of school in the hallway after class that he was going to focus on picking on me all semester. And he didn't say it in a joking manner whatsoever. Well he picked on me all morning in class. He entered the class while I was reading the textbook, so he probably thought I was last minute reading the chapter for today. What he didn't know was that I was reading two chapters in advance and that I read today's chapter last week. Bastard! I hope he has a massive hemmorage on the floor in front of me and dies. I have never, ever felt such hatred towards anyone before. I feel bad, but I just get sick to my stomach whenever he is around. And he sucks as a prof. He likes to hear himself talk and does not speak clearly whatsoever. You have to filter out the 80 tons of shit to get the 3 ounces of actual academic fact. GGGggrrrr.....
Ok, thats enough for now. I feel a little better. Two more classes to go till I get to go home and do some homework. Maybe I'll frag some kids online later, that always makes me feel better...
Till next time...
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ladymaze:
OMG, I had a prof like that. He was my Latin prof second year. An utter arsehole. He LIKED to make us feel embarassed if he called on us and we gave the wrong answer. On one of my tests, I got 85%. Respectable, if not wonderful. He wrote, "You should be ashamed of doing this poorly." Several times, he made racist and/or sexist comments, and once, he read erotic Roman poetry to us...in English! What was the point of reading Latin poety in English, if not to relish the erotic words, inflicting them upon us? It made me very uncomfortable, coming from him. By the end of the semester, I was only going to class about once a week because I just felt so ill every single time I saw him or thought about him. It was terrible.
silvercord:
Did you play online gaming last night? Yes, no yes? I got so many frags...