Sunday, January 29, 2006

Re-arranging Things

This reminds me of a story from my freshman year of college. There was a Composition-1 prof, who's ancientness was only exceeded by his curmudgeonliness. For the first day of class, he assigned a one page essay on some topic or another. On the second day of class, he returned all the papers, most with more red ink than black. Withering commentary ensued, something like the scene from Risky Business (or was it Cocktail?) where the Young Entrepeneurs teacher hands back all the papers - "Crap. Crap. Naively Stupid. Crap. Crap". He's handed back all the papers save one, at which point, he reaches behind the lectern and takes out a small plastic bag filled with what appears to be confetti, which he proceeds to dump on the last student's desk. He had cut the essay into individual words with an exacto-knife. "Perhaps you'd like to rearrange this."

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