Law school is supposed to be hard. I get it. No, I don't want to be coddled and have things sugar coated when my work sucks. And no, I'm not knocking down his door to use this particular paper as a writing sample. But if I'm going to spend three years of my life tossing money down the rabbit hole (and the next forty years trying to pay it all back), I don't think I'm asking for the second coming of Jesus Christ when I ask that my professors be... well... professional.
Update: class was cancelled because Mr. Madison himself had to have an emergency root canal. Thanks, Karma. When I say you're a bitch, I mean it in the best way.