You tap your hands on the table, and whisper "I'm waiting"
ignoring the fact that only one student is behaving.
The time windless down from your 45 minute class and to combat this "bad behavior," you give us hundreds and thousands of papers.
Papers that are supposed to teach us what you couldn't, because that has worked so well last time, if I could remember.
You swear up and down you have your masters degree, but you couldn't even tell me your uni.
And with that, John Doe,
I am here to say, your teaching sucks and your the reason I failed.
You give little hope, and discourage your students. In fact, behind those smiles are tear stained faces. The bully in the class gets away for free, because Dear John Doe, youlack decency.