mad lecturers

a little story, take heed,
you'd think tutors were there to teach, mark exam results, and answer questions?, wouldn't you?, well that's what i did, you may call me naive but isn't there anything you can take for granted, well not a grant obviously, but that's another matter, but learnig, yes, especially if there doesn't seem to be a grant, anyway, back to the subject, waking up on exam results day, whoohoo, fear?, panic?, assurance, whatever, well this day was slightly different, who'd expect, wait for it, no result, okay, after three years you'd think you knew the system, well what's different? now, well you investigate further, answer, illegible handwriting, ILLGIBLE HANDWRITING?? SINCE WHEN, oh i see, you're GERMAN, (no i am not anti semitic by the by) mr weber, and you're freaky wife's a bitch, so i'm a bitch back,(by the by i don't know you from adam, and i wouldn't want to, and you're too old for that long hair, or maybe you're still living in the eighties? oh i long for the anonymity of my pre-transfer, having been lied to by the king's college prospectus, 'the oxford of the north'?? somebody grade my paper now! oh and by the bye, i'm not doing your stupid course, who the fuck belives in critical theory anyway?, and i must tell you that british integration was oswald mosely's idea,not aberystwyth's, as you seem to suggest, go back to germany and get a proper job, and take your wife with you, and tell her if she wants to teach she really should get a doctorate first.