Oh, Professor Flutterby. I am counting the minutes until I am finished with your awful, awful J-term class. No more gotcha moments that turn class sessions into a game of Trivial Pursuit gone terribly wrong. No more exams that are more a game of darts in the dark, as we attempt to parse your fill-in-the-blanks sentences to figure out what you might want as an answer, regardless of whether or not that's really how the sentence reads. And most importantly, never having to hear the Gospel of Flutterby again. Today's epistle (Flutterby 9:13): "You know, Domino's Pizza funded the contras." Um, okay.
No more.
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