Dear Morons,
I understand that you’ve recently learned how to go potty without mommy and daddy, but didn’t they ever tell you that children should be seen and not heard?
Specifically, you, the lady to my left. I understand that you love the sound of your own voice, but please—the professor’s is much more pleasing to the ear. Yours is more of a drill bit on a chalkboard whine.
Also, I understand your confusion and inability to select classes on your own. However, there is a person dedicated to answering those sort of questions. It’s called your advisor. The professor, intelligent and capable as he seems, is here to educate you in matters mathematical—not to tell you best how to brow-beat the other professors into submission or how many credits your should carry.
Lest I be overly harsh in pinpointing blame, allow me to comment to you, the hillbilly in the corner. Yes, you look exactly like you came out of a trailer, no shower for six years and so forth. I can smell you from here. Axe, please.
Also, recall that you paid money to be educated by this man. Do not ask if he should be taken at his word. This is not to say that you should implicitly believe him, but the man is teaching math, not a history of conflict in Darfur. If you wish to remain skeptical, please keep your bullshit filter on vibrate.
Your classmate actually interested in learning something,
dresstosurvive
