When my professor asked for class feedback I don’t think he expected such a deluge of comments. He’s a pretty decent teacher but several of my cohorts thinks he overcomplicates the material. Plus, when you inquire, you're bound to get the entire gamut of suggestions and then what do you do. It’s not a short-order course (even if some students would like it to be). Anyway, his request reminded me of a Billy Collin’s poem titled, of course, Feedback:
The woman who wrote from Phoenix
after my reading there
to tell me they were all still talking about it
just wrote again
to tell me that they had stopped.