thirteen: the unprofessional professor

When I first met you, you were somewhat of a bitter divorcee. Maybe you would not classify yourself as such, but when you bring up your ex-wife every lecture there must still be an unresolved underlying issue. You were definitely an odd looking man with your glass eye and cigarette stained nails. Looks aside, you were a pretty decent professor, just enough sarcastic humour to keep the class awake.

While I would not consider you the best professor I've ever had, I genuinely liked you and found you easy enough to talk to. You were definitely an asset to have as an advisor for a case competition I did last year. But then this year happened, and you chose to behave like a kid in junior high. You would think we'd be able to work together despite you ruining any chances of a normal student-teacher relationship with your inappropriate behaviour. Please remember for the future that inviting a student to your house is almost grounds for sexual harassment, especially when meeting at school is an available option. 7am phone calls are also not welcomed.

The line was crossed when you chose to slander my team to my peers. That is the equivalent of me trashing you when talking to other professors. I thought I could over look most of your blunders, but after hearing that this slandering goes beyond a one time experience I chose to draw the line. Some professionalism would be appreciated. How do you tell a full grown man to grow up? Well a letter to the head of the department detailing all the inappropriate behaviour is a start, and truly I hope it will help you smarten up. Maybe bullying your way around has gotten you where you are, but it has to stop now.