Swing and a miss. We have them about the place. And Mensa kids too...and some who manage nicely enough without being either. It isn't the degree but the degree of something present and wanting in your opening address that we're having a bit of fun with.I do find it humorous, however, the way that some of you seem to have a problem with a man who has earned a PhD.
Not even in the zip code of the ball park.Is it that big of a threat, that you have to find a way to attack me because I took the time, trouble, and effort to stay in school?
You say, but then there's this--I mean, really, come on. As for the jerk who asked in the chat session if I ask people to call me Doctor, I do not care either way,
Good to know you have your academic priorities in line.and those who sit in my class will call me what I chose, if they want to pass that is.
Hit a nerve then...you introduce yourself as Doctor ___ to strangers or at parties, don't you?Yeah, I have the power and I've earned it. So there.
It isn't power, doofi, it's responsibility and how you wield it says a great deal about what you actually gleaned from the pursuit. Or maybe you're too accustomed to that control and mandated respectful posture on the part of those kids and aren't up for being prodded a bit by those who either don't stand beneath you on the academic rungs or don't care if they do. :think: Something to consider, even if offered by a jerk. :chuckle:
You do realize that's the second time you've engaged in name calling in lieu of reasoned (or, better yet, humorously reasoned) counter. And the jerk? He still hasn't.
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