He's running at the suck right now; going on and on. He starts off saying, "We'll only talk about this for five minutes." An hour later, he's still at it. Loves the sound of his own voice.
I'm full of bile, probably because I haven't eaten yet. The kids in here are SO blow-ass! One such kid showed up two hours late last week, the next-to-last class, and plopped down a single-spaced, eight-page story for the class to crit on the last day. The fucking nerve. If I were the teach, I'd say, "We're not reading that." But though he emits such proclamations, he never follows through. This guy wants to be charming, everyone's friend. I'd better quit, I've got nothing nice to say. Oh by the way, I didn't read that story. Fuck her.
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The teacher had that blow-ass chick stay after he dismissed the class so that he could go over her story solo. Good. When he dismissed us, he thanked us for a wonderful class and said he hopes to see us again. Not if I see him first.
I mean, honestly. He said today during a critique, "If I have to read another one of these stories I'm going to put a bullet through my brain." You think that's constructive? I left as I usually do, without looking back.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 2:51 PM
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