You know I love my students. I love teaching writing to my students.
So, you have to know that this person was never one of my students…
The spell check program wouldn’t have caught that. Source: Huffingtonpost.com
…else, she’d know how to spell her curse words correctly.
This reminds me of a message I received from a student almost two years ago who was not satisfied with a grade, and proceeded to call me a ‘birch’ in the message. I don’t know if the student realized what she did, but my dean thought it was interesting.
Speaking of ‘birches’, I am reminded of a class I took long ago, in the early 1980s, at Mississippi State University. It was an advanced English composition class of 12 students, hand-picked for this particular professor. I loved this class. We had an assignment one week to take a piece of classical writing or poetry, and reinterpret it however we liked. The sky was the limit.
I picked Robert Frost’s poem, “Birches.”
I reinterpreted the poem, and retitled it, “Bitches.”
I received an A and a very humorous note back from the professor. He told me he’d never be able to read Robert Frost in the same way again.
I wish I could find it. If I do, I’ll share it.
