Evil… Eviler… Evilest.

Okay, it is the middle of the quarter, and I would like to take a moment to reflect on all of the evil things that could happen to a classroom.  These are fantasies that go through an instructor’s mind at times.

Fantasies like handing out fast food applications along to accompany failing midterm grade reports.

Or having divide-by-zero shock collars…

Or imagine if failure to study resulted in impotence.   Talk about motivated students.

I don’t think that I should put in print what might befall someone who uses text-speak in emails or on exams.   De Sade, eat your heart out.

Some days, my fangs just come out.

I must not bite…

…I must control my snark…

… I must not hurt my students…

…I must not…

Pain is an incentive, right?

 

** (Note:   No students were actually harmed in the drafting of this post, and all danger is purely fictional and cathartic in nature.)

 

 

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