Oh, I hate it. I love it, too. Too many lemon drops. I had a student named Scooter. There was one named Buffy. They didn't work. They were snowflakes, in the manner.
I almost wanted to Twitter it was so bad at one point. Wikipedia.
The plagiarism was next. And then all that stuff about the old days and how much of a badass student I was, well, no, not really. I was an average student. I tried to get out of work, too, but took my penalties with honor, sometimes honour, because of that girlfriend I had from Ireland.
But the students.
And the colleagues. Dunderheads. I had one who was lazy. If I said one, I meant all.
Then the Deans fucked me.
Then the President fucked me. I was alone in my principles.
I took student evaluation forms and threw them in a canyon. I didn't get paid enough. I killed an adjunct with a board because he begged me to.
It is finished.