Greetings, folks, BChasm here, back behind the soundboard. Thank you, TFH, for a typically stellar performance–now I know what it was like, back when The Monkees followed their opening act, Jimi Hendrix, on to the stage.
The secret to being a good guest host is working with good material and bringing out something unique. The secret to being a great guest host is working with no material at all and coming up with something, which brings me to today’s piffle.
I guess it was about a year ago that Harper Lee published Go Set A Watchman, and I further guess that Tom Batiuk thought that would be suitable grist for his mill…somehow. I always assume that all of Les’ students are idiots, so I’ve learned nothing new about Amelia (whichever of the twins she is). But once again Les shows himself to be a colossal dick.
In my time in school, all the way through college, I never had a professor mock me by reading out one of my incorrect answers. And I fail to see what point Les is trying to make. If he thinks she’s not paying attention, a simple “Please see me after classes” written on the exam would suffice just fine. During which the teacher would discuss the student’s difficulties and make suggestions. You know, trying to help the student–something he’s supposed to be doing–rather than taking the opportunity to show what an ass he is.
So, I suspect Les’ after class meeting would start with some stupid wordplay and might finally get around to asking Amelia about her class performance. Then she’d respond to his question, “Gee, Mr. Moore, you’re so boring. You drone on and on about your dead wife when you’re not making these awful puns. I’m going back to Crankshaft.”
That might be a nice thing to be able to do, any other teacher would think. Somehow, though, I suspect Les finds it just fine in Westview, where all must celebrate his dickery.