Sunday of my Life

Here we have another tale of Fuckrag, one of my teachers.

Now, I’ll admit it…I’m probably going to fail this class. Not through any fault of my own, but simply becuase Fuckrag doesn’t like me. Quite frankly, I don’t blame him for not liking me, I don’t like him either. But, as far as I can see, that’s no reason that I should fail.

Maybe it could have something to do with the petition I started about him today. Here it is, quoted word-for-word, except for the name, which…well…you know what it’ll be

We, the undersigned, hereby request the removal of Fuckrag as the teacher of our class. We protest the way he speaks to us, the way he treats us and the prejudiced way he marks our work. We each have personal issues with Fuckrag which will not be listed here, but which all affect each of our abilities to suceed in this class.

We request Fuckrag’s removal as our teacher and replacement with another teacher or, if this is not feasible, for our work to be marked independantly, to ensure that Fuckrag’s prejudicial makring scheme and sense of ethics do not enter into it.

I think that was politely worded enough. I know many, many things which I would have liked to put in there, like the ‘conversation’ we had with him at the start of class today.

Fuckrag entered the class after everyone else today, and immediatly struck up a conversation with one of the students, asking him what he’d done to himself (the conversation they had is repeated here verbatim).

“Oh, I had a haircut.”

“Do you know what people say ot me when I’ve had a hair cut? ‘Gee, you look younger. I always thought you were older than that.’ I always like that. It turns me on. Yes, I’ve really got to start growing hair in other places, so people can admire how young they look too.”

Dear God.

I wish I could take a wire-brush to my brain and scrub that image out of my head. The idea of Fuckrag being turned on turns my stomach.

After this conversation, he goes over and starts talking to the group of 3 girls in my class, and leans in really close to them while tlaking to them. I’m mean really close. Invading personal-space close. Sexual harassment lawsuit close…things of that nature.

He is such a dirty old man, it’s unbeleivable. This man creeps me out more than ever now.

I’m hoping the petition succeeds. There’s been more than 12 complaints against him this year alone, so hopefully this should help cement something.

So, yeah, I’m going to fail. Big fucking deal. I’ll just do the course over again. And if my piece of work today suceeds, then he won’t be teaching me, and I’ll actually stand a chance of being marked on my own merits, not just my ability to kiss arse.

God bless the signature.

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