Higher Order Thinking

I never meant to be a Professor, to keep records, to rank, to judge, to preen. A crow among peacocks, I record your scores, pretending they measure your skills. I rank you among your peers, Dutifuly quantifying your humanity. I judge you by assigning a mark That emerges from the ethers. And yes, I peacock. Peacock is a verb, a transitive one. Creusa, the object of Medea's scorn, peacocked her proto consumer lust just before she succumbed to the higher order of fire and air and blood and bile. I never planned to display my gaudy feathers before a captive audience. Pursuing Medea, Jason's royal trinkets led me astray.