doctor life: not what i was promised

It turns out that becoming a doctor is not as glamorous or exciting as one might imagine.  The minions I was expecting never showed up with that sushi, for one thing.  To add insult, it seems I am still expected to carry on teaching, grading, and generally corresponding with those pedestrian pantywaist students rather than, as I had expected, being able to loaf and lounge about all day, sipping champagne from a diamond flute while David Boreanaz and James Marsters feed me fancy cheeses.  Oh, cruel disappointment!

“Mrs. Vaaaaague, do you have our paaaaapers graded yet,” the chowderheads whine wheedlingly at me through the internet computer box, all oblivious to the facts that a) I am not, nor have I ever been, a missis, and b) I loathe and detest grading their papers and will do anything in my power to avoid it.

Sadly, however, I must eventually do the work they are paying me to do.  To that end, I have devised a brilliant scheme for X-Treme Grading Awesomeness.  Here’s what I do:  I have typed up a list of generic comments and I simply pick the ones that apply to each paper and copy and paste them onto a sheet, adding in enough detail so that they seem to apply to the paper in question.  This not only saves my hand from the torture of writing out a good 75 pages of comments with a pen, but it also gives the illusion that my (careful, typed, formal-looking) comments are far better thought out than they actually are.

Here are some examples of comments I might use to talk about the argumentation:

Your thesis is intriguing and your nuanced, complex reading of the textual evidence supports it brilliantly.  I tip my hat to you, Great One.

You have a clear and interesting thesis that you support well with ample textual evidence.  I will thus refrain from feeding you to my dog.

You make some interesting claims, but the argument would be more convincing if it were supported with specific textual evidence. What kind of fool do you take me for?

There does not seem to be one central claim in the essay, but rather a lot of vague observations that aren’t in the service of any specific argument.  Congratulations, you just typed some words!

This essay rambles on like a old man sipping moonshine out of a paper bag on a park bench.  I am grievously insulted that you would even ask me to read it.

This paper has clearly been plagiarized from a monkey.  I will be taking sanctions as outlined in the Surely You Jest Handbook of Student Offenses to Decency.

Guess which one of these I never use?

Seriously, though, this technique has made my life so much easier.  I finished grading 24 papers in about five hours, and I don’t even have a hand cramp at all.  In fact, I even have time to go watch Heroes at the home of one of my doctor friends. Maybe while I’m there she can explain to me where Boreanaz and Marsters are with my champagne.

6 Responses to “doctor life: not what i was promised”


  1. 1 suomichris

    I think there was a confusion with the minions. You see, they showed up at my place. I tried to forward them on to you, but they just mumbled something about “The Agency,” so I’m just going to keep them. Hope that’s okay with you.

    Yours in being fed sushi by untold numbers of minions (many of whom look exactly like David Boreanaz),

    SuomiChris

  2. 2 TimT

    I’ll have some of that moonshine, please. Goes great with the pollywaffles…

  3. 3 TimT

    Yuk. I just looked up what pollywaffle meant.

    Waiter, can I have a better euphemism, please?

  4. 4 John

    Three things.

    1. Is that how “pantywaist” is properly spelled? I always thought it involved the word “waste” - which never really made sense to me, but then again, English class did not bring out the best in me.

    2. The minions go to the physicists. We have a monopoly on each year’s crop of minions. Sorry. There’s a large demand for switch-throwers. “Igor, throw the switch!”
    “Yes, Master!”

    3. It’s better if you make actual wooden-handled stamps for your comments. And even better if you have a few minions to do the stamping for you while you sip whiskey and whip them. I know. You don’t have minions. It’s better. I’m just sayin’.

  5. 5 Oedipa

    I love the idea of a generic list of comments. I may crib that idea from you! I find that grading papers at a bar with another teacher friend while imbibing wine greatly helps to ease the pain. Plus, it really brings out the honesty in the comments! Yay! Say it like it is!

    I wonder what we passed back to them this morning anyway? Oh well….

  6. 6 Barbara

    Just complaining about the kids again - but look, from this evening’s mail (that would be Nov. 28):
    ________
    Hey, I think that I missed a test before Thanksgiving and I was wondering if it’s possible for me to make it up maybe friday or monday.

    Thanks,
    XXXXXX
    ________

    Hahahahahaha, NO. You as a Frau Doktor Professor will understand the main reason - I have finished grading those exams. It is not physically possible for me to point my eyes towards a single nother one.

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