Friday, April 9, 2010

Homebaked Shakespeare

What can I say? It's that grumpy time of the semester.

Sonnet, Week XIV

That time of year thou mayst in me behold,
When yellow stickies, or none, or few do hang
Upon my screen: Semester notes in bold,
Reminders of my job, my life, my name.
And yet some student emails bear no sign
Of recognizing I am not a droid;
"Hey prof" or simply "Hey" is deemed just fine
For writing me across the techno void.
Sometimes I fantasize that I'll reply:
"Hey Student," or "C-Plus Guy!" or "Yo, Sleeper!"
And then I'll say my grades won't be on time
Because my daughter's hamster met the reaper.
But, no, I press delete before I send,
'Cause spotless evals are a prof's best friend.

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