I’m a former English teacher. You don’t need to be an English teacher, however, to know THE ILIAD AND THE ODYSSEY ARE TWO DISTINCTLY SEPARATE STORIES.
This lying fuck did a wikipedia search of “the classics” and wants smart people points for name-dropping THE WRONG FUCKING NAME.
He hasn’t read either. At best he’s seen a bunch of bleached Hellenistic statue avatars on the internet and nodded along to their RETVRN prattling. 
Ever meet that annoying kid in grade school that said “I am very smart. I know that E Equals Em Cee Squared!” 
Fifty years later, one of those became 
It’s bad enough that my bosses were bazinga brained and kept trying to force janky tech into the classrooms that typically lasted a year or less before it broke down and was a waste of money and yet what it replaced was never fully put back.
Part of why I despise
so much was he reminded me of those petite bourgeoisie fucks that’d get rock-hard anytime “what if thing already in classroom… but now on a subscription and requiring an internet connection?” was peddled their way.
Some of the most gut-aching moments I had to see of bazingafication involved piles and piles of books outright thrown away because the library keep getting refurbished to look more and more to look like a Starbucks instead of a place for reading and study. I rescued what books I could… but the memory still sickens me.