Battered with Bias

I just received this e-mail from my Prof. MY PROF. I took out the identifying information, but essentially, this is what I found in my inbox:

Somebody ledft glassess after class on Tuesday, They cab be
retried at secirty in the AD building (AD sitst
floor).

Oh my. I fear for the quality of my education.

I thought I'd also relate my advetures on the bus this afternoon, on my way home from work. I was sitting near the back of the bus where there are four seats that face each other. Two chatting people sit down, a guy to my left and a girl who sits scross from him. However, before the guy actually sat down, he asked me if I minded if he "put his fat ass down" on the seat next to mine. "No problem" I say. He then asks if I would mind holding onto his bag for the duration of the ride. Big grin. "Uh, I'd rather not!" I say, faking a laugh. The girl looks at me, smiles and rolls her eyes. The guy then looks over my shoulder and asks me what I'm studying. "Third World Cities." I say. "Oh, well then maybe you know about this... Americans go and bomb Afghanistan... right?" Uh, yeah..." I say. He continues, "What they SHOULD do, is bomb the shit out of them and then leave a bill. So they can they go in and do the reconstruction." I'm thinking, this guy is pretty weird. I say, "That's an interesting theory" because I have no idea what else to say. This guy is pretty opinionated and cynical and I don't think he can keep any of it to himself! While sitting in traffic, he sees an old red truck through the window. He says, "We should grab a baseball bat and hit that truck with it because it's so ugly." Obviously by this time, I've given up on reading as I can no longer concentrate! Later on he tells me that university is worthless, all you learn is how to interact with people and everyone just drinks. "What's a BA?" he says, "It's BS... Bull Shit." I eventually find out he's studying history, and only to get a work VISA for foreign countries. And this guy's gonna be a teacher?! So he asks me what I'm studying and I answer "Urban Planning." "Do you WANT to die?" he asks me. Then comes the tirade about how badly designed Montreal is. Well, I couldn't agree more, but it's not MY fault! Anyway, strange kid. I felt finda bad for his friend, she pretty much just sat there in silence, listening to this guy. And somehow I got sucked into it, too! Anyway, he got off at Dorval and she stayed on. After he left, she continuously apologized for him, repeatedly calling him "special"... Indeed!