“…one may smile, and smile, and be a villain.”

Ah, is there any issue Hamlet doesn’t have a quote for?  It’s like The Godfather that way.

I am the smiling villain, at least when it comes to teaching.  I will smile and nod and be nice to you, but dammit, I’m going to hold you to that calendar and syllabus from the beginning of the semester.  Complain all you want about working 12-hour shifts or two jobs or having a head cold or not being able to find parking, we’re in a committed relationship and I’m high maintenance.

So, I’m taking a grim pleasure in the upcoming midterm.  Latey-McLatepants will enjoy his fail as much as Miss Nevercomes and Mr. IPhone.  I will enjoy their fails even more.  I know I’m supposed to be all nurturing your love for the humanities, but, to add another metaphor to this mess, I can only lead you to the water (or in the case of a 1010 class, point you in the general direction).

Death to all weenies and may the university cease to be a glorified trade school in my lifetime.