"Your papers were not as good as I expected.

In fact, they were horrible," the British accent of Professor Patterson pronounced upon the heads of a room of sophomore and junior English majors. It was quite a way to start a Tuesday morning. Several worlds shook. She told us we didn't write nearly as well as we spoke, something I'd always thought I had reversed, and then no one spoke for the first fifteen minites of class today. My paper said see me. I've never gotten a see me. I get to write a whole new one for her for Thursday. Thrilling shot at redemption.