When you come into my class reeking of the joint you've just inhaled, it does not make me want to smile indulgently while I reminisce about what I was like in college. It makes me want to kick your feet and simultaneously whack you upside the head when you fall asleep in front of me, in the front row. For Christ's sake, the class is at 1:00 pm. I thought "tea-time" was 4:20.
Also, I just graded your final paper. Great opening paragraph, but you forgot to cite your sources even after I went over the citation style in 3 different class sessions (during which your eyes were glazed and/or closed at least part of the time). Here's your F.
Sincerely,
Professor Chrome
Hey, I think Stu took general hamsterfur bucketing from me a few years ago. Similar issues.
ReplyDeleteI've had people enter a huge lecture hall and the smell permeated the entire space...it's not like I don't know what that smells is. Please don't hotbox in your car before coming to class. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteOh, and for the record, I didn't smoke when I was in college, though I knew people who did. I have nothing against pot or beer or whatever mood-altering substances are out there--they're for recreational use. Come to work drunk or high, they'll fire your ass--(ask my late grandfather, drunken Irish dockworker)--but don't come to my class in an altered state. Especially if you're already an eejit.
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