Hello, possums! I am still cleaning out my sent mail folder and found a request for posts from last year I sent to RYS ...that they denied! Bastards! ;) I've updated it because, well, I think it might be a fun moment of sharing. --meany
I am turning 40 this week, and I am horribly depressed. I have now fully realized that I was under the mistaken impression I was being trained to be a professional in grad school, not just an underpaid (yet glorified) babysitter. (Ok, I knew before now, but it's rather sharply highlighted this month as my middle-aged ennui overwhelms me.)
I'd like to hear (read?) some stories from my peeps about the daring-do of some SUCCESSFUL battles with students. I wanna hear about stories of REVENGE. Stories about how the biggest ass-flake got his or her comeuppance! I want stories about VENDETTAS! About how proffies have felt gleeful schadenfreude at turning down a pest's request for a letter of recommendation. Or, even better, about how a proffie wrote an entirely truthful BAD letter. I wanna hear about some EPIC FAIL scenarios. Like plagiarists you've gotten EXPELLED! I want some deeply satisfying dirt.
Critics always harp on how mean we are to students, how we don't care, blah-blah-blah. We all know that's bullshit for 95+% of our students. Well, fine, let's show them our mean sides. Served up with a side of JUSTICE as punishment for snowflakery. I don't want just stories about proffies being assholes, but stories about how we, as the instructors, got to teach some little life lessons about consequences.
Please help brighten my week with a little touch of Nemesis.
Love and bright blessings,
The Meanest Professor Ever
(according to a snowflake's anonymous student evaluation)