I have an infinite amount of respect for every single professor that has given me feedback and helped me grow. Even the harsher ones, who have really made me turn my finger around and examine myself, have done me a favor simply by making me be better.

I have learned so much from almost every one of them, and couldn’t be more appreciative of their work and time.There is a lot that we owe those golden professors, but they also put through a lot of shit.

If we have the same luck, it seems that every semester, there’s one class you just can’t drop, but, oh God, you want to.

If I could find the guts to toss the filter and open my fat mouth, this is what would likely come out.

1. I didn’t get out of bed for this crap.

And now I'm regretting it. All that it got me was my ass in this cold chair, trying to decipher your chicken scratch, not understanding what’s going on even a little. Repeat that last bit?

Why do some professors even bother? You are an almost-sixty year old man. You don't have to tell us that Alexander the Great got "totally lit with that Macedonian wine, fam". We already know. You told the same joke on Monday.

2. Am I offended enough to say something?

I once had a professor say that the rate of rape was correlated to warm weather. Another time, a male professor told a female student to smile more. Sometimes, you just have to read the room, and if no one else is upset, what can you do? It sucks. Bet you didn't think I'd get that right, did ya?!

3. This has got to be a joke.

She's screwing with us. No way this is a legitimate exercise. What does this accomplish?!

4. Wow, I did not pay for this crap.

I paid way too much money for this course for this guy to ramble on and on about Peppa Pig for an hour. Yes, I have spent a full, entire hour in class talking about and watching Peppa Pig. It was anthropology.