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[nebroadwe]

Once upon a time, I was a Teaching Fellow at a Major Institution of Higher Learning. That experience convinced me that, should I further attempt to become a Professor at Same (or even at a AAA Farm Team of Higher Learning), I would probably go noisily mad and (as a columnist for the local student rag memorably expressed it back in the early '90s) run screaming down the center of campus giving random lobotomies with a tire iron. So I quit and became a library paraprofessional instead and lived happily ever after, except for the post-teaching stress disorder. Which is why I can sympathize with eye_of_a_cat's Zork-like experience of grading student final papers:

"You are in a maze of twisty little paragraphs, all alike. The path ahead of you is littered with sentence fragments, left broken and twitching at your feet as their pathetic spaniel eyes implore you to put them out of their misery. Dangling modifiers loop happily through the branches overhead. In the distance, that sound of undergraduate feet has turned into a heavy, erratic thwump - swoop - THWUMP you recognise immediately - it's a badly-indented long quotation, and it's coming closer."

Even if you've never played Zork or attempted to achieve a graduate degree, this is highly amusing. Go forth and read ...