I remember back in tha day when Rate My Professors was all the rage. "Dude, we totally get to grade them now!". However, it quickly became boring after reading some really dumb reviews and seeing who was hot and who was not so hot. Actually teaching a class of undergrads has completely changed my perspective on these so-called 'ratings', as most are clearly done by bitter students. With that being said, the new rage is Rate Your Students, where the bitter faculty gets back at the bitter kids. It's huh-larious. A recent sampling:
"At the end of the semester, the devilish students finally get the stones to come to the office, beg for forgiveness, ask for extra credit. I say a pox on all of them. Don't you read the syllabus? Don't you listen in class? Don't you read the daily bulletin board I send around electronically? Why do you assume that I'll hold your hand in the waning moments of the semester just because you're too damaged from TV, sugar, and glue? It may be impolitic to say these things, but students today are too entitled and too precious. I've seen colleagues roll over and take it up the ass from these awful, demented, and lazy students for too long. Don't do the work? Pay the price. See you next semester, kiddies."
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