After Paully completed his signature-getting gauntlet, one of the graduate college secretaries left a voice mail wanting to know Paul's address. I relayed the message to Paul who sank to his thesis-weary knees and screamed into the rainy sky, "Why can't they just look at any one of the 800 forms I turned in today! Why can't they find it on ISU's online directory!!!" Then he tried to gouge his eyes out, but I tied him up and directed him to dinner at the Village Inn, which is the midwest version of Denny's. One Gardenburger later, he seemed to feel better about what he'd been through this last month, and he engaged the poor waitress in a discussion about how he's a vegetarian who eats fish "because the fish want to be eaten."
Roommate James' girlfriend, Mandy, just showed me a mistake one of her freshman, a Russian, made on a paper. Instead of using the words "introduction" and "conclusion", he used "foreplay" and "afterplay." Any suggestions on how to tactfully correct young Vladimir's stylistic error? I think this tops my story about one of my students missing class for a week because his role-playing character died and he couldn't bear to leave his dorm room.
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