He was very, very dignified.
Then he looked at me.
Mr. Chinaski, whether you arrive at 7:30 a.m.
or whether you arrive at all will not matter.
I am assigning you a 'D' for English 1. " "A 'D,' Mr.
Hamilton?" I asked, flashing my famous sneer.
Why not an 'F'?" "Because 'F,' at times, equates with 'Fuck.' And I don't think you're worth a 'Fuck."' The class cheered and roared and stomped and stamped.
I turned around, walked out, closed the door behind me.
I walked down the hallway, still hearing them going at it in there.
The war was going very well in Europe, for Hitler.
Most of the students weren't very vocal on the matter.
But the instructors were, they were almost all left-wing and anti-German.
