The Professor and Moodle

My professor is a mess! We have a reading assignment that the university was supposed to photocopy and provide us with in class today. But that, like many other things on this program, didn't quite happen the way it was planned. So our prof uploaded it to this strange coursework site called Moodle. MOODLE?! What the heck is that, I wondered.

I wondered it in an email to my prof (which had asked him to send an e-copy to the class), to which he responded:
Moodle is a name coined by those who are dedicated to eradicating the world of noodles. As pasta are not protected under the genocide convention, Moodlists are not considered genocidaires. But are they pastists?

Now, there is nothing I can say to that. I am not quite as clever as he, but I was not to be outdone, so I wrote:

Some movements are so transcendent they defy all attempts to label them. Perhaps Moodle is one such movement.

Nerds, the lot of us.


(From left to right: Ron, my prof; Yours Truly; hallmate, Jen)