Dear Student
Dear Student,
Did you realise how incredibly foolish it was to staple your paper together with its pages in the wrong order? Perhaps you didn't consider the fact that I might read your paper after reading 32 exams and 18 papers written by your classmates, many but not all of whom are marginally smarter than you. Perhaps you did not consider the fact that I would not be feeling particularly amiable at the moment when I turned from page one of your paper to find that your sentence made no frickin' sense -- or that, given my current level of mental exhaustion, it would not immediately occur to me that this was not merely your usual incoherence manifesting itself.
If you thought it clever to staple your paper together so that page one would be followed by page four and then page three and then page two, you thought wrong.
As my great grandmother was fond of saying:
Moses supposes his toeses is roses, but Moses supposes erroneously.
Which was cute when she said it (and I was four). What you have done is not cute, nor am I amused.
*shows scary teacher-teeth*
And you were doing so well in the class until now...
Fond best,
Professor Psychopath
Did you realise how incredibly foolish it was to staple your paper together with its pages in the wrong order? Perhaps you didn't consider the fact that I might read your paper after reading 32 exams and 18 papers written by your classmates, many but not all of whom are marginally smarter than you. Perhaps you did not consider the fact that I would not be feeling particularly amiable at the moment when I turned from page one of your paper to find that your sentence made no frickin' sense -- or that, given my current level of mental exhaustion, it would not immediately occur to me that this was not merely your usual incoherence manifesting itself.
If you thought it clever to staple your paper together so that page one would be followed by page four and then page three and then page two, you thought wrong.
As my great grandmother was fond of saying:
Moses supposes his toeses is roses, but Moses supposes erroneously.
Which was cute when she said it (and I was four). What you have done is not cute, nor am I amused.
*shows scary teacher-teeth*
And you were doing so well in the class until now...
Fond best,
Professor Psychopath