I can’t help feeling that my batchmates are trying to tell me something.
“Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
Guess I’ll go eat worms;
Big ones, little ones, small fat juicy ones,
Eensie weensy squeensy ones,
See how they wiggle and squirm.
…
I bite off the heads, and suck out the juice,
And throw the skins away!
Nobody knows how fat I grow,
On worms three times a day.”
This is so funny. :)) If you’ll notice, yung isang 125 class ni Sir Al, the only reason it’s not getting any demand is because it’s in conflict with the 135 class that 90 people want to get. Sigh. :P Kawawa naman tayo next sem.
Now, if only the laws of supply and demand were more literally implemented, and such conditions could force the professors in question to get lower and lower wages until they got their shit together.
Or, since such profs complain so often about “doing this only for the love,” and “not being paid enough,” I propose that we begin actually delivering negative utility, instead of just reducing the supposedly useless positive utility they derive from their low amounts of pay.
We will start with hands-on lessons in the creative application of rusty barbed wire. Who wants to go first?!