You’re killing me.
When I turned in my first 7 page paper spanning 8 philosophers and their views on the problem of being and becomming, and you “scanned” it and told me to cut it down to 2 philosophers (then expand it back out to 7 pages again), I said ok.
When you gave me extra readings to “help” with the task, then said, “they’re a little expansive and complex, but hey, this is honors!”, then laughed, I pictured myself causing you physical harm.
{You have yet to grade said paper.}
When I turned in my second paper (narrowing my focus even more than in the first one) discussing JUST Aquinas’ and his five Ways for proving God’s existence, and you “scanned” it and told me to cut it down to 2 ways (then expand it back out again), I went home and almost cried.
{On ratemyproffessors.com they said you were really cool. they lied.}
Now I’m on paper 3 out of 3 and I have no idea what you want from me. I also have no idea what grade you’re going to give me.
And if you give me a B+ just for the hell of it, and ruin my 4.0, I’m complaining to the honors office. And I’ll probably cry.
