That's Not Very Nice...
My professor is a nutcase.
Seriously.
Remember Dr Magazine? Crashed right into the classroom in an old bike and white labcoat and a wig?
It gets crazier.
See, throughout this semester he's been getting emails from this person who claims to be one of the students in our class, who calls himself/herself 'Babyface'. He'd read the emails in class, rant and make us guess who it can be, we get into a frenzy trying to accuse each other, yadda3.
When we found out this Dr Magazine character he kept talking about was actually he himself in a labcoat, we kept asking him if Babyface was him, too.
He was outraged. He slammed the table and was all indignant, coz Babyface always criticizes his teaching, and who in their right minds would email themselves, yadda3.
So ok lor.
Last Tuesday, the last letter of the semester came from Babyface. He/She said if we can guess who it is, he/she'd reveal himself/herself. Personally, I was eager to find out who it really was, coz in one of the emails, he/she actually singled me out and said I was his/her personal favorite writer in the group. XD
But anyways.
We voted, two out of three of the candidates denied it was them, leaving only one...
THE PROFESSOR.
He confessed.
One of my classmates stood up and stomped off the room with his backpack.
Another kept shaking his head, probably in shock, muttering to himself over and over again, 'This is wrong man, this is so wrong.'
One of the girls almost burst into tears - she said it felt like how it was when she found out Santa Claus was not real.
Do you think he needs professional help?
