Professor Facepalm brings you tiny, bite-sized misery!
Yes, I said "fuck." Or, more accurately, "So what the fuck was all this shit about a cave and shadows and whatnot really about."
Yes, this is how I teach.
No, I cannot actually "get in trouble" for this.
No, I don't particularly appreciate you expressing your concerns that I would "get in trouble" for this to my boss.
No, I don't believe it was done out of "concern," you passive-aggressive twits.
No, I have not forgotten that you're still sulking from being told on the second day of class that if you keep talking during the lecture I'm putting your asses out of the room.
Yes, my boss knows about that little incident.
Yes, he also thinks you're both idiots.
Yes, we did make fun of you both. Mercilessly.
No, this isn't high school.
(Takers on how many more times I'll have to say that to these two this semester?)