Professor:And if you'll turn to the classroom conduct section of your sy- excuse me, where are you going?
Me:Oh, I'm definitely dropping out of the class, so I didn't want to waste any more of your time.
Professor:May I ask why?
Me:Because if I have to pretend to read A Rose for Emily one more time-and listen to people tell me I'm wrong for thinking Homer Barron is gay while they themselves have clearly never read anything by Faulkner (but clearly love them some Sylvia-fucking-Plath), I will have to change my major to its study.
Me:I came to this class for two reasons: to drink Tazo and kick ass, and I'm all out of tea.