STUPID MOTHER FUCKERS- ADJUNCTS.
Read this garbage- This is what a adjunct prof sent in an email to his students of Oral Comm, freshman students. This is absolutely ridiculous. It was in the school newspaper. (He was not asked back) There is a subsequent rant to accompany this, but i have yet to retrieve it from the school server. Working on it. What was worse than this is the reaction one man had... oh it's the dumbest thing I have ever heard. (Preview- jackass tried to make the author of this to be some envirnmentalist.) I'm pissed. read on....
First of all there is no doubt in my mind that as a direct result of this class I am much closer to being a diabetic now than I was three months ago. Thank you all very much!
I learned that I do not like to be called Larry by my students. From now on I will insist on being called by my proper title: Your Majesty!
But seriously this has been a rather disappointing semester for me personally, and I’ll tell you why. I guess I had unrealistic expectations.
During the term I was overwhelmed with some very weird and wonderful sexual fantasies, none of which have been fulfilled. And the blame for that rests squarely on the soft young shoulders of the vast majority of this class.
Come on now. Let’s be realistic. Just ask yourself: Why else would a man be so enthusiastic about working at a college such as this? Ether he’s on X, or he’s looking for a little TLC. I’ll let you figure out what the letters stand for.
And by the way, there’s a rumor going around that there were four others males in the class besides me. If that’s true, I don’t see what purpose they served in my class. There were sort of like the textbook, I guess, totally unnecessary, right? I thought they were females who had taken too many steroids and had been assigned to my class by a registrar with a grudge against me.
Now back to my fantasies. The fantasies began for me when during the Oral Interpretation of Literature assignment there were to many people-all females by the way- who chose to do a work that came out of the marvelously warped mind of Edgar Allen Poe. During their presentations my mind tended to drift away. A scantily clad babe, who shall remain nameless, would enter my mind, seated on a pendulum that would slowly descending closer and close to where I was strapped down. Needless to say there ere a lot of perfect tens that round.
Next came the persuasive presentations and many sweets were passed around during which I imagined what it would be like to share a little coke with (XXX), toke on a joint with (XXX) and perhaps…like…maybe…ya know…uh… go for a moonlight stroll with the enigmatic and occasionally evanescent (XXX)… or whatever….
Now we come to the informative assignment. Sweets galore. (XXX) was talking about Halloween or something and I envisioned her wearing a mask, long black nylon stockings, high heels and carrying a whip of course. I don’t remember anything about her presentation but I know it was perfect. I slept through (XXX) presentation, dreaming about the delta of Venus. And I saw stars during (XXX) presentation- it must have been magic!
During the group presentations I had visions of Sleeping with Beauties and little piggies and not so snow white Cinderellas in the back seat of a hybrid vehicle while the theme song of Superman was playing on the radio.
And finally, while (XXX) was messing around with all her powerpoints prior to completing her self-evaluation, I had way too much time on my hands and was imagining what she would look like emerging from the center of a big devil’s food cake at my sweet sixteenth bachelor party. And then I got a wonderful idea from (XXX) last presentation for an assignment that I can add to my course outline. It will be called the upside down presentation, the females will be required to wear dresses and it will come right after the sadistic mortifying videotaped speech. I am also thinking of replacing the textbook with a lapdance requirement. What do you think?
Another very disappointing thing was that only one person gave me a chocolate-covered Christmas gift at the end of class. Needless to say, that person is getting the only A I’m giving out this term.
Perhaps the best thing about this class is that I can feel free to share with all of you my rather dubious sense of humor.
Have a great break!
Larry.
Ps- (XXX), the word is spelt: AM-A-SURE-ISH, just sound it out, girl!
Pss- (XXX), where is that saloon located, and can you get me a fake i.d., one that makes me look about thirty years younger?
First of all there is no doubt in my mind that as a direct result of this class I am much closer to being a diabetic now than I was three months ago. Thank you all very much!
I learned that I do not like to be called Larry by my students. From now on I will insist on being called by my proper title: Your Majesty!
But seriously this has been a rather disappointing semester for me personally, and I’ll tell you why. I guess I had unrealistic expectations.
During the term I was overwhelmed with some very weird and wonderful sexual fantasies, none of which have been fulfilled. And the blame for that rests squarely on the soft young shoulders of the vast majority of this class.
Come on now. Let’s be realistic. Just ask yourself: Why else would a man be so enthusiastic about working at a college such as this? Ether he’s on X, or he’s looking for a little TLC. I’ll let you figure out what the letters stand for.
And by the way, there’s a rumor going around that there were four others males in the class besides me. If that’s true, I don’t see what purpose they served in my class. There were sort of like the textbook, I guess, totally unnecessary, right? I thought they were females who had taken too many steroids and had been assigned to my class by a registrar with a grudge against me.
Now back to my fantasies. The fantasies began for me when during the Oral Interpretation of Literature assignment there were to many people-all females by the way- who chose to do a work that came out of the marvelously warped mind of Edgar Allen Poe. During their presentations my mind tended to drift away. A scantily clad babe, who shall remain nameless, would enter my mind, seated on a pendulum that would slowly descending closer and close to where I was strapped down. Needless to say there ere a lot of perfect tens that round.
Next came the persuasive presentations and many sweets were passed around during which I imagined what it would be like to share a little coke with (XXX), toke on a joint with (XXX) and perhaps…like…maybe…ya know…uh… go for a moonlight stroll with the enigmatic and occasionally evanescent (XXX)… or whatever….
Now we come to the informative assignment. Sweets galore. (XXX) was talking about Halloween or something and I envisioned her wearing a mask, long black nylon stockings, high heels and carrying a whip of course. I don’t remember anything about her presentation but I know it was perfect. I slept through (XXX) presentation, dreaming about the delta of Venus. And I saw stars during (XXX) presentation- it must have been magic!
During the group presentations I had visions of Sleeping with Beauties and little piggies and not so snow white Cinderellas in the back seat of a hybrid vehicle while the theme song of Superman was playing on the radio.
And finally, while (XXX) was messing around with all her powerpoints prior to completing her self-evaluation, I had way too much time on my hands and was imagining what she would look like emerging from the center of a big devil’s food cake at my sweet sixteenth bachelor party. And then I got a wonderful idea from (XXX) last presentation for an assignment that I can add to my course outline. It will be called the upside down presentation, the females will be required to wear dresses and it will come right after the sadistic mortifying videotaped speech. I am also thinking of replacing the textbook with a lapdance requirement. What do you think?
Another very disappointing thing was that only one person gave me a chocolate-covered Christmas gift at the end of class. Needless to say, that person is getting the only A I’m giving out this term.
Perhaps the best thing about this class is that I can feel free to share with all of you my rather dubious sense of humor.
Have a great break!
Larry.
Ps- (XXX), the word is spelt: AM-A-SURE-ISH, just sound it out, girl!
Pss- (XXX), where is that saloon located, and can you get me a fake i.d., one that makes me look about thirty years younger?