Last fall, I took a college literature class. It was an independent study with my teacher. I asked her what my final exam would be. I went to her house and baked a lemon cake with her. Got an A. Best. Teacher. Ever. MLIA
And what did you learn in that class? What did baking lemon cakes got to do with literature? Why don't you care that your money was wasted on this shit? How does any of this make her a remotely good teacher?
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