What am I supposed to do with that?
It was late. I was on the couch, pretending to be comfortable between the piles of graded, and to be graded. Wanting to move one last paper from the latter pile (by far the larger) to the other before calling it a night, I read through one senior's exploration of the concept of "American exceptionalism." Noting good arguments and places where more information would strengthen the writer's position, in the margin I wrote, "This would be a good place to add some statistics." Or I meant to write that. I was about halfway through the word statistics when I realized it was looking more like a child's drawing of some choppy ocean waves than anything resembling a word in any language. I looked at it through tired eyes and thought, "Oh, he'll figure out what that says," even as I knew that was hopeless.