A letter to a former professor

Dear Professor X,

Misery is so fun at someone else's expense. I'm in my class, giving a final and you would be so proud. I didn't even mean to do it, but man, I must have issued a doozy. It's a four question essay test. Two of the questions are so easy...."Elaborate on what you learned in this class and how you'll use it in the future." and "what would you change or what would you like to know more about from this course?"

*I think I just got a dramatic interpretation of a temper tantrum from a 20 year old. I love myself.

I chose to do this exam because no one was consistently doing grasping a particular concept. It's my responsibility to drill it in their heads. So, I gave them a lengthy essay. Well, two lengthy essays. The gipper is, they have to put pen to paper. These babies are glaring at me because they have to write it all out, no computers. Mwwahaaahaaa. Man, the kid that threw the temper tantrum and the glares, he better write some brilliant essays. That's all I'm sayin.

Now I know how proud you feel when you roll out one of your tests, kackling with pride the whole way. I used to hear you in the office just hysterical with joy over our (student's) potential pain and shame.

Thank you oh great wise bearer of all academic misery. You've taught me your ways. I'm ever indebted.

Sincerely,
Once Beaten down and now beatin em' down.
It's soooo fun to be on the other side of this final exam stuff.
Stomping out ignorance, one step at a time.
That's how I roll.