| I used to love undergraduates. Not literally mind you - well, a few of them literally- but mostly, figuratively. (Of course, I only loved them literally when I myself was an undergraduate... to do so now would jeopordize my employment.)
In the last few years, I have grown very hostile towards undergraduates. What used to be universal love for them has turned into disgust with many of them, and flat out loathing towards a large number of them.
I see them weaseling out of their class responsibilities.
They cook up the lamest excuses when they don't do their work.
They won't crack a book to read any assigned work.
SIGH
How did I go from loving undergraduates to my current condition? Did I go crazy? Did I fail out of school? Did I just turn into a bitter old old crank? The answer is far worse I'm afraid. I went from being an undergraduate to a graduate student, to a college professor.
I know there are many superb undergraduate students. I have had many in class. But over time, you remember the jerkoffs a bit more than the wonderful ones.
Come to think of it, maybe I did just become a bitter old crank.
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