To the full-figured female vixens: Do not think that because you’re pretty and forthcoming I am going to reconsider your grade. I don’t need a conversation with you to feel intelligent or successful. I do not object to you peddling your charms elsewhere, but I already have a girlfriend, and unlike you, she can do long division and write a lab report. Bless her little soul.
To the male jocks, nerds and anything quirky in between: I will fail you even if your jokes are funny and your Family Guy references astute. We may laugh together, but I’m paid to train, not entertain.
To the sob stories, disheveled dilettantes and wounded newly single geniuses: I don’t care why something isn’t on time. No one does. I’ve been lazy before, yelled at before, and fired before. I know the signs and I know the cure. Tragedy should be a motivator for you, not an excuse for poor performance. Either way, you have to deal with it.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Someone Sends in Some Open Letters
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Rate Your Students is an oasis in the academic desert. We favor a low sodium diet and big glasses of booze. We had double vision once, and it was fun. The last book we read had PICTURES!
This summer's hiatus runs May 1st until August something. During that time we'll post 1-2 things a week, the best shit that comes in. Unless we're drunk. Then we'll post nothing and you'll like it.
This summer's hiatus runs May 1st until August something. During that time we'll post 1-2 things a week, the best shit that comes in. Unless we're drunk. Then we'll post nothing and you'll like it.
