Oops!
It looks like this teacher doesn’t really care about reading (which is odd given how often he/she/it complains when you don't do it). Maybe he/she/it has simply succumbed to the lure of the digital age and no longer remembers what a real book looks like.
Never fear! You can save him/her/it . . . simply grab his/her/its phone from his/her/its hands/flippers/talons/weird alien appendages and smash it on the ground. Then stare him/her/it in the eyes/alien optical orifices (be patient, he/she/it may not immediately be able to make eye contact – such is the damage of our cell phone obsession) and demand that he/she/it email Mr. Brenner with two books recommendations from when he/she/it was young and foolish and actually wasted some of his/her its time reading literature.
If he/she/it does this and mentions your name – I will make sure you get some extra credit for your valiant efforts (either here or in the after life . . . a place some refer to as “college”).
It looks like this teacher doesn’t really care about reading (which is odd given how often he/she/it complains when you don't do it). Maybe he/she/it has simply succumbed to the lure of the digital age and no longer remembers what a real book looks like.
Never fear! You can save him/her/it . . . simply grab his/her/its phone from his/her/its hands/flippers/talons/weird alien appendages and smash it on the ground. Then stare him/her/it in the eyes/alien optical orifices (be patient, he/she/it may not immediately be able to make eye contact – such is the damage of our cell phone obsession) and demand that he/she/it email Mr. Brenner with two books recommendations from when he/she/it was young and foolish and actually wasted some of his/her its time reading literature.
If he/she/it does this and mentions your name – I will make sure you get some extra credit for your valiant efforts (either here or in the after life . . . a place some refer to as “college”).