Is this *really* what I want to do with my life?

I don't really know how to explain the pain of grading papers without sounding petulant and anal. You have to have done it to believe it. Grammar and spell checkers are supposed to help ensure that college seniors can write comprehensible English, but something has gone terribly wrong with the papers I've read so far. Let's just leave it at that.

The only recompense is the unintentional humor that results from people not reading their own papers. Would putting them up here make me look like too much of a bastard? Probably, so I'm putting them in my private journal for the time being.