The Prof Roll

I like to give my profs nicknames, because it (hopefully) lessens the chances of one of those uncomfortable "right beyond you at the theater" moments. You vent to someone, as a healthy outlet of rage, and the cause of that rage is standing right behind you, waiting to pay for their tickets. So, this semester's crop are, in the order that I have their classes:
-Prof. Woodlouse: I would rather have him just be an asshole, then work so hard at it. Always keeps the top button of all of his shirts undone, which annoys me. Likes Lenny C, dislikes yours truly.
-Prof. Bootcut: The cutest of the bunch. Favors that cut of jeans. Seems like a nice guy, very eager to help and please, but still very green.
-T.Awesome: My most beloved TA. Was my course instructor for a class last semester. Likes me, and therefore possibly mentally unsound. She's a sweetheart, though.
-Prof. Bogatyr: She's pretty much the opposite, as a petite female prof, from the legendary bogatyrs of Russia- big burly man-types who looked like the could stop a tank, and then eat it. But she says the word with such verve- ba-gaht-TEER!!!!! that I associate it with her.
-Prof. Hammy: Drama prof. Every lecture is an oration. Had a hilarious meltdown with a student that led to him bellowing "Are you saying this is a bad play? Are you saying they've been performing a bad play for 120 YEARS!?!?"
-Prof. Vole: The most adorable thing, ever. Perennially ten minutes late to class, he's an older man in a sweater, peering over round glasses and holding his hands up to his chin as he hopes we'll laugh at his joke about Kant and Schiller. Surprisingly passionate about McGill life. My favourite so far.

And there we have it. Let's see if any of these names change, shall we?