“Princeton had one woman on the list, of people I got “credit” from, who was on loan to the little hellscape, you understand, for an English class again, that I’m going to rate 3 out of 10, which I got a B+ in, called “History of the Novel,”

Neat-o

The professor woman is nervous the whole time

Is not sketchy nervous

But apprehensive nervous

And I am about one of 20 or so

Maybe less

For this non-major class

Theoretically a minor, but who cares,

You understand

I basically talk the whole time

And any student in the class

Or “student” or whatever beside me

Is just mute and deaf

Like no words forthcoming,

Like A+ participation again,

For all these novels and

Some other stuff,

Some papers or whatever

So yea, that class kind of sucked

Because the class itself sucked

And the professor was nervous and shaky

And yea, they all got degrees,

The mute and deaf entites

Or whatever, who knows what they are

Or were,

You understand,

But participation man, is without a degree than

So is Princeton obligated then

To assist me in completing my education

“Like a class again

“Is a really offensive concept to a degree

“All that mattered was money coming in

“Output is irrelevant to them,

“That’s how we see it anyway,

“They can really go to hell and die,