Welcome To My Hell

To my students who sit in the back row of my Ancient History class:

Drop the class already. We know you do not want to be there. How? Well, let me count the ways…

First, I can tell by the eagerness in which you come to my class. You are all always at least fifteen minutes late. Never once do you apologize even though you interrupt my lectures. Oh, and you do know lateness negatively affects your class participation grade, right? Does that stop you? Of course not.

It could also be the fact that your little group is always having some sort of conversation going on that has absolutely nothing to do with what I am teaching. I have told you all many times to shut up. At first I was polite about it. After the tenth time, however, I was threatening to kick you all out of my class. You behaved the next class but then went right back to your old ways. I do not want to teach fifth grade so stop acting like you are in it.

If you are not talking, then you are either text messaging your other friends or sleeping. By the way, you all snore.

If you do not want to drop the class because you do not feel that your outside conversations are so bad, then let me give you another reason. Your grades are so bad that you will not pass my class anyways. Heck, I even caught two of you plagiarizing your papers which means you get a zero on that assignment. That mathematically makes it impossible for you to pass even if you did have a 100 test average (which you are no where near by the way).

So please, for the sake of my sanity and the students who actually want to be in class and…gasp!...learn something, drop the damn class already.