Today we fall back to the familiar FW theme of noble and hardworking teachers while students are lazy and stupid and their parents suck too.
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When was the last example of Cayla getting to deliver a punchline? And since when does Les devote any time to his lowly teacher job? It’s all topsy-turvy today. You know, it’s been a while since Dick Facey had an arc to himself…I’m just saying is all. Blech.
Umm. Parents don’t write the papers anymore. The kids plagarize from easily accessible sources and you need software to catch ’em.
High School research papers were always such a pain. Because they hammer on and on about not plagiarizing, but still wanted you to consume and regurgitate information in the most surface and banal way. It’s not like any possible thesis on say, the causes of the Civil War or the themes of Moby Dick, has never been written about before. Basically it was an act of rearranging the clauses on a sentence and hitting it a few times with a thesaurus.
You’re so right about that! I never understood how any of that was educational…
Bet those parents did spend more time writing those papers than Les did writing the Lisa trilogy. Certainly better quality writing.
What I want to talk about is poor Cayla. See the way she looks at her husband? So wistful and concerned. I don’t know if it’s intentional, but she always just seems so desperate for any kind of response at all from this guy. Affection, acknowledgement, a smile, anything. It’s like her status is always going to be The Other Woman.
Les and Lisa were not like this. They were openly close, loving, had little pet names for each other, and everything. Les and Cayla seem more like roommates, or friends just living together at best. I do have a feeling that if Cayla had come along in Act II, sans time skip, the grieving Les would have given her all the love she gave to him. He was so different back then. Yes, grief does change you, and yes, everyone shows love in different ways. But between the Lisa tapes and the body language and all, this relationship has never “felt” like it’s all that healthy…
We all know that TB can do what he wants with his own work. So why can’t he admit that he doesn’t like the direction FW has taken since he killed off his favorite drama magnet (since I’m not so sure she was his favorite as an actual character) and ended what was arguably the best drawn, best written relationship in the series? All he has to do is just get creative to fix it! The power’s all in the felt tip pen, man.
So does TomBa want us to believe that Les is busier now than when he was simultaneously writing the Lisa trilogy and teaching full time?
And, since he’s an English teacher, what is he grading? He’s holding a single sheet of paper. Most research papers are submitted electronically so that they can be checked for plagiarism If it’s a creative writing assignment, wouldn’t he mostly checking spelling, grammar, and cohesiveness of the piece?
Once again, we have an example of a slapdash execution of a non-thought through idea – “I have to show how dedicated a teacher Les is. How do I do that? I know! I’ll show him at a table marking papers at late at night?”
Also, to be nit-picky, what room is he working in? He looks like he’s sitting on a dining room chair at a table that’s pushed against a wall in a really antiseptic space that changes layout in each panel. Doesn’t he use the workspace in the old garage where he wrote the Lisa trilogy? Or has that been preserved as a permanent shrine to the cancer chew toy?
Actually, they do have pet names for each other. Les called Cayla a monkey, basically. Smooth.
I remember a time when one of my younger brothers was going through a really rough time in high school and my mom asked me to do some of his homework. On the upside, I made 20 bucks. On the downside I had to write about ‘A Separate Peace’ again.
Well. Twenty bucks is twenty bucks.
It doesn’t take much to bring out the inept and unsympathetic freshman comp teacher in Batiuk, does it? He would sooner eat a bucket of live scorpions than admit that writing essays is an exercise in both tedium and torment.
Ah, poor Les, he does everything right. He marries outside his race to show he is open minded. He puts so much into his job, but the kids and their parents have no respect for him. He has to suffer because he is surrounded by fools.
F the both of them.
Honestly, if the only books you were allowed to write papers on in your English class were books written by Les, wouldn’t you do a crappy job or get someone else to do it for you? Because of course Les is only assigning the Lisa trilogy and the John Darling book. What else do his students need to read? That’s the pinnacle of literature right there.
Yes, because STOOPID KIDZ are all worthless cheaters, and waste the precious time of this delicate genius. Every minute spent grading these OBVIOUSLY fraudulent papers is one less minute that could have been spent thinking, talking, or writing about Dead Saint Lisa the Holy.
Last time I checked, Goatee Boy was supposed to be the teacher. If the kids can’t write, just maybe their teacher is a self-absorbed twit who spends most of his time flying All Over Ohio trying to sell his Kancer Komix instead of actually attempting to teach.
BatWit also reminds us how out of touch he is by accusing parents of ghost-writing papers. I was pretty sure even TommyBoy knew that any cheater worth his salt copy-pastes directly from the Internet these days. Parents writing kids’ papers?? On what planet?
He even had a strip showing Chullo copying from Wikipedia. In fact, it’s the strip used to illustrate Wikipedia’s article on Funky Winkerbean.
Did Batty come up with a slap-nuts hilarious “joke name” for Wikipedia? Whackypedia? Wonkapedia? Wankapedia?
Believe it or not, no! He just kept it as Wikipedia.
Has there ever been a positive comment from a teach at Cancerville High about their students? The seething hatred is something else; most teachers I know really do want to help their students if at all possible, or if they show a flicker of interest. Actually, it seems to me that Funky was the best teacher of the lot, and he set the bar really, really, really, ultra low.
PS: Do high schools even use Blue Books anymore? Asking for a friend…
No. I had one –ONE– professor in college circa 2012, (Tiny, podunk, liberal arts college on it’s last leg) who used them for essay tests and it was the weirdest f**king thing any of the six students in those classes had ever seen.
Boy, I really lived in the days of the dinosaurs. In college and grad school I used a lot of Blue Books for in-class exams, mostly essays due in 45 minutes on a chosen topic. I even did all my papers on the most ancient invention — The typewriter! Get off my lawn!!
I had to chip my essays out of stone, using a sharp rock as a chisel. For senior year, we finally got the hides of animals and burnt charcoal.
Oh, stone and sharp rock as a chisel. You sound like one of them fancy obsidian and talc types.
In my day we chewed clay, river water and berries and blew it through a straw against the back of our hands in a dank cave and we liked it, gol’sarnit…
What is this “writing” you speak of?? In my day, we answered exam questions with an interpretive dance.
“I’ve still got a few papers to grade.”
“Then come straight to bed when you’re done. Don’t let me catch you Grandpa-Googling Stormy Daniels again.”