Ridiculously Unfocused

If I find the person who scheduled the block and teachers this semester, I'm getting put away for manslaughter. Last semester, all my teachers we're great. Every one. This semester, there's only one who I'd prefer not to stuff with buckshot. Not gun fodder, the guy. Buck Shot. The dude Buck Shot who used to be on CFCN. No? Nothing? Damn kids.

Rather than dwell on them, I've decided to instead congratulate the good teachers. Takes a little longer, but better than dwelling on the vasoline-eating numb-brained jackasses that couldn't find their asses with both hands.

So I'd like to extend a thank you to the following teachers that I've had the pleasure of having:

- Louis Masson (True pro.)
- Stephanie Rosenberger
- Shiela Ross
- David Gaudet
- STU GRANT (Yeah, he knows why it's in bolded caps... Amazon! Welcome Stu Grant!)
- Stephen Krizan
- Len Molberg (Awesome guy.)
- Dave Roberts
- Cheryl Winkler (Even though she thought Nik & I cheated.)
- Igor Paramonov (Zees is not an eezy test, ju guys.)

To every other teacher I've had in the last couple years (and there's only been 5... 4 of which I have this term, and 2 of which I've already had the "pleasure" of being on the s*it end of in previous semesters) you are truly the scum of BA.

It's not like it took a lot to make this list, either. One of the teachers on this last was drunk at least one out of every two classes of the week, and she still made it. Another one could shout the flees off a dog at 500 yards. Another one had us all on E-Bay for half an hour per class during Flames Playoffs, trying to score him tickets with his credit card number written on the whiteboard. The point is, they made an effort.

Contrary to popular opinion, it isn't that hard to teach to marketing kids with laptops. Just give us some functional, hands-on learning. Maybe sit in on a class with one of the above teachers and take some f*cking notes.

You know who you are.