This subject, I love . . . but you teaching it . . . not so much.

Why should I have to constantly hear about your family issues? I now know more than

I ever needed to when it comes to you and yet you still choose, to ramble on in your

point of view.

The screws, I think are loose but you're apparently on so many medications that it should

make the news.

Front page.

Maybe you should go without them for a few days. Then MAYBE I'd actually learn

something from you instead of the 'normal' class days.

You tell us your many life stories; we pretend to listen.

Taking out snacks and our lunches, we hasten, so that we can take a nap

by the sound of your droning voice - it seems to go on for days.

WHY ARE YOU HERE?!

You fought for a class you weren't supposed to have, and they had to give it to you!

I guess you can sit back and laugh - at us because we thought we were finally free

from your clutch.

Morse Code, SOS, 911, and still!

No one's saved us from you yet!