We just started a new term in college, and my maths instructor is a total Pr*ck! The syllabus he handed out said he would accept late assignments as long as we emailed him before the class in which the assignment was due started for the day... well, I had the flu, right? And I had already finished my homework. So I emailed him early in the morning, and what does he reply? "I decided I won't accept late assignments because I don't feel like grading the papers at different times." Well, perhaps you should've said so in your G*dd*mn SYLLABUS instead of stating the EXACT OPPOSITE. And it's not like you don't have enough time... this is the ONLY class you're teaching this term. You said so yourself! What's worse is he's not even a big, scary, intimidating professor; he's a fat, short, passive-agressive pr*ck who's barely older than me! And he's a real creeper around my friend, always staring at her boobs when she's asking him a question. God, I wanna punch this guy so bad... but I guess all I can do it vent.