where are your gloves and your helmet?

Sorry, Frank. Look, if you'd just spent an entire semester with the incompetent-to-teach, too-dangerous-to-be-allowed-to-manage monstrosity that was Professor Rausch, you'd go a little over the edge too. (I still think 'insulted as hell at being asked if his accent were Yiddish' + 'proud to admit to his draconian tactics as a factory manager in Austria' + 'not one mention of what he did between 1936 and 1945' adds up to 'probably shouldn't be teaching at a major American university', but eh.) If it helps at all, the prior assignment had been to write a letter firing someone for cause, and I fired the Pointy-Haired Boss from Dilbert...