In the last two days I've had to email a professor of mine twice. The reply to the first one (a submission of a paper) was "Thanks. It's a real pleasure having you in class". The reply to the second one (another paper hand in) was "Thanks, buddy".

I've only ever spoken up once in class to ask a question.

You don't have to "take it", it's a whole lot of nothing.

Hand in there, Ruddo.

Maybe he thought your dog sent the second one

He wants to buy weed from you.

I have a feeling of deja vu here. Have we had a similar conversation about this guy before?

Not from me. This class just started.

Jesus, Bateman. I'm just trying to start a conversation.

This is like sharing PMs.

what, sharing my emails?

I'm sorry, Chris. I had nothing else to type and I felt compelled to post.

Hey, if you are interacting with me, that is all that matters.

I look forward to our every interaction, friend. You do good work and your professor is lucky to have you.

This reminds me of the work of the revolutionary Soviet filmmaker Ego Ztrokin

That might have come off a little gay, Jorge. But I like this Ruddo poster.

Plus, I'm saving the planet with my new car.

The prof's second response is not entirely professional, however, I would just ignore it. You emailed what you had to, and now you can leave it.

I know. It just all seemed a little peepy creepy. But this is my first time back in college in about 12 years, so what do I know?