Professor Marge is Reported

Maude here. Darling readers, you may have read my post “The Redemption of Professor Margarine,” among other posts (1, 2, 3, 4). Now, I’m getting ready and compiling all of my notes to present to the school and to file a complaint. I survived the worst teacher I’ve ever had and one semester of her […]

Professor Margarine gives the class Ebola

Maude here. Because I haven’t beaten this dead horse enough, you’re about to read more about my anthropology teacher. (See part one and part two for reference.) Literally the only reason I’m showing up to class anymore (besides the fact that my grade depends on it) is to track the weird shit that goes down […]

My teacher has mashed potato brains.

Maude here. As you may have guessed, Quincy and I are young and spry individuals (unlike the “about page” photo). That being said, I’m still toooodling away in school, ever-so-gracefully acquiring basic-level classes in the glamorous world of community college. Don’t get me wrong. Community college is an excellent, affordable way to smash in the […]