Guest post: the joy of a coal miner striking gold

For your Sunday evening pleasure, Professor Z brings you this little moment of joy:

"My unique sister was fascinated by toilet paper, like it was a coal miner striking gold."

Guest post: i am from america

Despite an admittedly annoying twitch of constantly questioning the future of the human race, I do have some friends who agree to spend time with me. At least, online, anyway. One of my friends, who owns his own business and is wildly successful sent me this gem, which he received from someone seeking a job.

Now I know what happens to my students after they graduate!

"hello!

My name is D***** C******** and in attach files is my resume, because i would like to apply for a job. i may be an option for you, because i have the advantage of experience in the field, because i know the language. i am from america.

if u think u need help during the summer, just let me no."

The sweatiest man

Assignment: Narrative essay - Write a story about your life.

Student response (in an essay about her husband): He's the sweatiest man , through him I learn to be patient work my problem's out instead of  running away  from them.

sick of flower parts

Perhaps this was in honor of the recently-passed Valentine's Day?
In case you're wondering, a sepal is a part of a flower.

Assignment: Narrative essay - write a story about your life.

Excerpt from student essay: I had been getting this sepal for two weeks now, and frankly, I was sick of it.

Sick with phenomena

Assignment: Narrative essay - write a story about your life.

Sentence in student essay: All he said was that he was sick and that he had phenomena.

It begins: imformation

E-mail from a student. At least, I think it was from a student...

Dear best

do we have to cite where get the imformation from

Failure: As to why it is?

This is supposed to be the quiet before the storm of spring semester, the time when we professors reflect on all that we have done, tried to do and failed to do the previous semester, and make resolutions about how to reach the more than 50 percent of the class we clearly failed to reach the previous semester. We make promises to ourselves that we can inspire them this year. Really, we can.


Then we get e-mails like this from students who missed nearly half the class periods and did not turn in the final portfolio (which is more than half the final grade):


"It has come to my attention that my final grade is recorded as an F. I was wondering as to why it is recorded as thus."


And it all comes crashing down.