At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.
So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.
SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.
just to be clear im just trying to find clarity. not trying to be antagonistic. it just seems to happen too often to believe there is no other way to stop a person.
no antagonism here as well, friend. i’m sorry if i came off as a dick. i have some fam on the good side of law enforcement, so my judgement might be a little biased. i’ve just heard the horror stories from that side. and i tend to be a middle of the fence type of guy as far as everything in life goes. senseless, unwarranted, bigoted murder is exactly what it is, if that’s what it is. i just have a bad habit of weighing things from all sides, and that tends to make me pretty unpopular with everyone.