the inga show! continued.

random.

my boyfriend won project runway! my girlfriend proved herself number one as she graciously accepted the number two spot!

cK sent out a lovely missive earlier about teaching and grading. i laughed as i read it, esp. since last night Old Guy in class and i had this conversation after i returned a paper to him.

Old Guy: so, uh, i disagree with some of these marks.
Inga: okay. why?
Old Guy: well, as writing is subjective, just because you don't like the way i say something doesn't mean it's wrong.
Inga: well, the marks have nothing to do with whether or not i like what you're writing. they have to do with whether or not your sentences are grammatically correct, you commas correctly, and have the most effective word choice.
Old Guy: oh, c'mon. so what? as long as i get my point across, what's it matter?
Inga: this is an advanced writing class. it matters.
Old Guy, muttering under his breath as he walks away: everyone knows writing is subjective...

everyone, apparently, but me. c'est la vie.