Eileen
Let me tell you about the day I knew the world was coming to an end. I went to the registrar and noticed a price list on the wall. "1 transcript -- $6, 2 transcripts -- $12, etc." all the way up to "20 transcripts -- $120" I asked the lady at the desk about the sign. "Oh, we keep that there to resolve disputes." "Disputes," I think. "Disputes?" I inquired further. Apparently, students at my university are unclear on the concept of multiplication tables. I can read their minds. "One of those horrible, nasty word problems! If $6 times 4 doesn't equal the $22 I think it does, my precious self-esteem will be irreparably shattered, alas and alack. I need a sign to protect me from profound embarrassment!"
If you are a college student unable to do third grade math, you deserve all the scorn and ridicule I can heap on you. If you are one of the 1/3 of people who think the Sun orbits the earth, get out of my classroom. I don't care that your homework is undone because you just had to attend your roommate's 21st birthday tequila bash. You get a zero. Go home. You're just lucky I haven't perfected that electrified cow pusher for my bike yet.
And to end on the scariest thought: someday, they will have their fingers on the nuclear button. If me being a total Bitch prevents that from happening, I have done my job.
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