From: jvogel@math.rutgers.edu (jeff vogel)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: Getting something off my chest.
Date: 29 Nov 1994 00:08:15 -0500
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Time to get something off my chest.

Handed out teacher evaluations to my class today. They burned me. I
just know it. I know they ripped me out a new one. I saw one woman,
dumb as a rock and whiny as well, gave me the lowest rating on every
category.

I didn't do my best job on this class. I admit it. Some of my lectures
were a bit off. Not all, but some. And my quizzes were, as always,
challenging. They required actual understanding, so, of course, they
always bombed.

So they turned in their opinions, and I'm sure they loathed me. So, I
just have one thing to say...

You guys were the laziest, whiniest, piss-and-moaniest no-talent
wastes of space I have EVER had the misfortune to teach calculus too,
and a random group of fucking first graders would have been a better
group of students than you, both in attitude and capability.

Every semester, I've been nice in handing out grades - I've curved to
give people friendly, self-esteem boosting grades, instead of what was
actually deserved. Not this time, boy! I'll give you what you've
earned! 

And even if every one of you gave me the lowest possible ratings, and
I get called in to explain, I'll just point at my previous semester's
ratings, some of the highest in the department, and say "You wouldn't
believe the clot of children I got stuck with. I actually dared to
have high expectations of them, and they hated me for it!" And the
professor will nod understandingly, and I'll get off SCOT FUCKING
FREE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Oh my, how I loathe them. I am going to get my PhD as soon as
possible, and never teach again. Unless, of course, it's at a school
with students who you can apply actual standards to without them
crumbling and scuttering around like the insects they are.

					- Jeff Vogel
					Rutgers math