Yo,
Party people, have you jumped aboard the train? In order that you might ride it, ride it? If you haven't neither have I so don't feel bad as I believe you might have to compensate the QCDJ's as their revenue streams have found themselves somewhat less than they once were.
Week eight of the 10 (11) weeks left in the 4 year Odyssey has gone quite well despite its infancy but I just can't help but wonder the following: when and where do professors get off teaching and sounding like they do. Admittedly there are dumb people in class. Yes, they are hungover. Yes, they are apathetic, despondently, hopped up on things and capable of watching Bloodsport. However, what in the name of fuck allows them to talk to us in the manner that they do. I do realize they probably are much brighter than I (note that right there I almost wrote eye) and that there life has probably been much more full than mine will ever dare to be. By that same token though I am human I just don't get why they talk to us like we bathe in our own waste or something. Granted I am not exactly always tripping from the light fantastic but I don't think that means i require, in the most monotone voice this side of Ferris's day off, to be reminded exactly how many times a professor was emailed about a question that they went over in class. Sure, I suppose we should listen all of the time, but who does that? For the sake of the gosh surely out 100 people 15 might garble what you said and a further couple might even (fudgedebowit) have legitimate excuses for missing or being inattentive. Does these students queries deserve the mono-lash back normally reserved for chastising a 3 year old for attempting to eat dirt? I think not. Surely one could understand that, and we'll over look the significance of the "it's you freakin job anyway," logic, people (notice not simply students) sometimes are unclear on logic or directions, perchance this might indicate lack of clear explanation or elocution. But probably not, I mean you did go to Brown.
Disclaimer: I'm not actually that hostile about the topic, in fact sometimes I quite like it because it allows me to have a reference point to professors and small indoor pets that I do like and get something out of. That being said I know it rattles several of my peers cages and I do come to the defense of the common man.
A dear roommate of mine now tarries to this machine to employ it's computing power so I must leave you (and him, although you won't have to deal with the cheetos residue he will have to) and let you embark on whatever good tasks you may find yourself doing. Live Strong with wine. Ted "Crazy Horse," Damascus in '08.
Cheers.
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