You know what you should do at the end of each freshman writing class? Make sure you've got all your stuff. As the professor, I see what you all have left behind. Usually I stash it in the room and try to remember to ask if someone has lost a book, a glove, a handgun. I have never bought a travel mug nor an umbrella, and can count on a new scarf every winter. There are actually trends. Several years ago, water bottles were common. Aluminum travel mugs seem to have replaced them on the lost-and-found pile on the disused overhead projector. Last year, flash drives became the most left-behind object. I understand these little drives are banned in high security areas ? the digital equivalent of a virulent handkerchief.
But what you ought to really police is the printer. This is where I find the high-value nonsense. That recycling box next to it stuffed with unread handouts is a trove of strange writing. I love this stuff when it's not my students' work. Here's what I found after class:
This piece of writing makes me think of how fortunate I am, for not having teachers who both physically, and mentally abuse me.
I think men do have a on and of switch. We have less emotions and feelings and care about much less. Woman have more emotions then guys mode swings low tolerance during there time of the month complaining want things to be perfected.
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Girlfriends Parents...
My name is Jake. I am a humble cleancut young man with high intensions of dating your daughter. I am writing you a letter to grant me permmision to do so. I think it will be of in your best interest to see this through.
Alas, she is the heroine after all! Well, we must be sourly disappointed when we realize that she is a heroine, but she is also not. And, as humans, we do not enjoy a non-heroine-heroine.
I like how the writer describes this girl, instead of saying she has big teeth, he goes into great detail in a comic manor.
If I agree then that makes me sound more like a retard. But at the same time right because if someone asked you where you were at on Friday. And you say I took a walk and got a smoothey. You took a walk but not to the store to beat someone up and you didn't get a smoothy after either.
There are nine benches spread around the park for seating, children have a mid-sized jungle gym to utilize, ample grass room is also present for sitting on and whatever game playing frivolities guests may choose to participate in, (in a moral, decent fashion). The park also includes areas that may be used for exhibitions of music, juggling and other such showmanship prerogatives. One last side note on this park: while in the seventh grade across from the park, at the age of eleven I died in this park by the back wall. My health teacher was able to resurrect me.