You lecture about esoteric and unknowable things with the pompous certainty of a teenager. You act like you actually know what you're doing. Do you realize that your students consistently feel like they are teaching you? This whole year, whenever I've heard someone talk shit about you after class, I've honestly tried to counter with a positive point. ("Well, he's a nice guy, he just doesn't quite have his teaching style down yet" or "He's probably under a lot of stress, you know he's only a TA.") But the truth is your classes are worthless. Attending them has done nothing to benefit my education besides forcing me to learn how to be a teacher myself, in order to not feel as though my time and tuition payment have been utterly wasted. I deserve a teaching salary for all the effort I've put into fixing your mistakes and for helping your students make progress even in the shadow of your ignorance and obliviousness. So why didn't I have any progress to show to you today? Because I've been sinking all of my energy into building a wall around myself, to not let you steer me and the other students into the ditch you clearly drove yourself into long ago. Fuck you, dude. And grow up.