RikuRiki

Why, yes, Danielle, I take the greatest care in grading your papers.  All us teachers do. Sometimes we stand at the top of the stairs with bulging stacks of essays in our arms, then fling them down in a great flying heap of flashing, flapping, fluttering white pages. The ones that land the nearest to the top, that fly on wings of skillful rhetoric, that dance and leap on deft and dazzling metaphoric legs, that jette and pirouette on nimble turns of phrase, they’re obviously A-material. Meanwhile, the poorly-written papers, weighted down with jargon, run-ons, typos, comma splices, lifeless, leaden prose that reads like legalese, and clum