... and I'm free.
I'm sure to get the stink-eye from the under-performing, 'I live in my parent's basement and am generally too high to get to an 11:00 class AND pay attention' pair - who would have been in decent shape had they not ignored my warnings that they were missing an assignment. The pair had the audacity to demand partial credit for the work they've known was incomplete since February. They were shocked when I declined to do so, after the deadline for make-up work had passed.
You know, being a bitch is really kind of fun sometimes. I think I'm going to have to find some ways to exercise my inner-bitch over the summer... I wouldn't want her to get soft or out of practice.