Hell, I got kicked out of a highschool government class back in the 90s. Teachers claim to fame was protesting the Chicago democratic convention in 68. His brother was an army officer who'd been to Vietnam (go figure.). It all started because of a 60minutes episode about gun control he made us watch. Some of the boomers back then were bad enough but now we've got millennials with phd's and proffesorships. God help us all.

Yea I hear ya, working on a literature degree atm, and some people just don't have a clue. The liberal agenda is seriously shoved down your throat, and they keep picking feminist authors over and over again to the point you begin protesting by picking apart their feminist hero-worship and point out the actual context the works were written in instead of how they were interpreted by hippy hack activists in the 70s who turned their work into a manifesto. Ah yes, and of course every professor hates it when you point out actual facts. Literature criticism is a lot like modern art criticism, where people get paid to have a lot of stupid ideas to prop of piles of horse shit and pass it off as something valuable. Most of it is driven by identity politics and "cultural inclusiveness"

Word. English teachers lecturing incorrect history, history proffs talking made up economics and econ teaching assistants teaching BS sociology and the only thing I got from the actual sociology proff was that cocaine is safer than alcohol (gee i wonder which he prefers). It's the inverse of a trade union where it's all about, "that's not my job." And don't you dare touch someone else's rice bowl. At uni it's not a single person staying in their Lane. Then to excuse the incompetence. "Oh that's not my area of expertise. "
"Then why the piss are you lecturing on it?!".
Had one English professor though from Canada, she actually tried to teach us how to write, you know instead of babbling on endlessly about the rape and pillage of Africa. "All of your essays were organized exactly the same, they all had five paragraphs and the same kind of stuff in each paragraph. Is that like some American thing where they teach some sort of essay formula? It was a good class, but now I can't pronounce process the right way. Is it prahhhcess or prohhcess? Proecess... right?

English professors are the worst. For my final essay in a CRITICAL THINKING class I have about 5 choices for my essay. I can either write it about:

1.) feminism
2.) feminism
3.) feminism
4.) feminism
5.) feminism

If I actually dissect the nuances of the book we're writing the essay about, I'll get points taken off for not following the "rules of the netiquette". So how am I handling this situation? I'm paying someone to write it. Fucking sue me.

Yes, spit cups getting mixed up on the Gatorade table, and fat wads of dip getting choked on and hiemliched mid play. Vitamin M (Motrin) jokes and "drink more water!" From the trainer when bones get broken. Flask getting passed around in the huddle. Campus cops called on post game and during game shenanigans (but some of them are vets too). They never win but every opposing team fears them because they always injure the crap out of every team they play against. Something about forgetting to score because they're too busy brawling. Very bayou water boy esque because who wants to put up with big school or ivy league snow flakes anyway, big fish small pond. And the biggest meathead (former machine Gunner) is a nuclear physics major, because 'Astro physics is gay.'

That could be a running gag. These guys could be constantly catching shit like, "dude, why didnt you just do it online? What the fuck are you doing living in a dorm voluntarily?" And there can always be one of them fighting the admin over transfer credits from online schools that sound sketchy as fuck. Or they accept credits from sketch online places but refuse to accept credits from a real big name school they were stationed next to that one time.

There could also be haji proffessors and teaching assistants causing probs for the vets. Something, something, thier nephew's favorite goat, something something. And a professor from India who secretly has their backs.

Learning feminism from an old hippie isnt bad. Quirky and weird, but relatively harmless and lacking of any real malice. Being beaten over the head with it by a fast burning libtard in her mid to late 20s who just got her PhD and looks down upon all mere mortals but doesn't know shit from shoe polish... good luck.

The ignorant, fragile and sheltered ones are where the danger lies. If they 'took a year off from school' to do some shit like peace corps and that's the only exposure they've had to the big bad outside world, forget about it. They live in a fantasy world and will lash out ruthlessly against anything they think can puncture that precious bubble.

True dat, never thought I'd pine for the good ole days when the primary threat was burned out leftovers from anti vietnam protests.

The resentment is real, makes no fucking sense, but its real. The worst part is that it always manifests itself in these chickenshit passive aggressive ways. It ends up having a gaslighting effect because for the most part you'll never know for sure. Unless they go full retard on you and show their hand.