The Pissed Off Professor

Well, I’m back. I tried to stay away: I really did.

I have lots of things on my plate, and there is even more where they came from, so I made a choice: no more The Pissed Off Professor.

Who needs cyber-idiots e-diots showing up and mucking with a perfectly good, perfectly logical rant?

Who wants to have battle after battle of wits with unarmed people?

Not me, I said over and over to myself. No. Definitely NOT me.

For awhile, it worked. I’ve kept busy—very, very busy.

I approached the current semester with more of an if you don’t care about your education, neither do I attitude, and I added a serving of my way or the highway to the mix. After all, there are plenty of other classes for the excuse-ridden and lazy to invade.

I even loosened up my paper policy and added some extra credit to the mix.

But NOTHING works.

Lazy, argumentative, ill-prepared students are being spawned at a rate of speed that needs to be saved for the dwindling Salmon population.

I began getting e-mails and posts asking where I was, and while I had brief moments of wistfulness, I resisted the urge to return.

Then, yesterday happened, and everything became clear: I had to come back. I had to post this thing. It’s bigger than me. Bigger than any of us.

It may be the most idiotic thing EVER.

So, I’m back, and in a day or two, once the shock of my return wears off, I’ll spill the beans about THE INCIDENT THAT PROMPTED MY COMEBACK.