the pointy professor, you know the one, the one who gives me no end of trouble, wastes senior seminar class time teaching things like alliteration and the proper way to write a works cited page...

anyway, this woman who made my life a living hell for two semesters stops me after class this morning and says, "it is obvious to me after this morning's class that you have chosen to go into the right field."

huh??

"i can tell that you not only understand the criticism we were discussing but you also were ready to disprove it using textual evidence and other critical essays. your enthusiasm helped further discussion. you are going to do well in grad school."

then she bobbed her bobble-head up and down, laughed from her position of pointiness and talked to herself down the hallway.

hey, i will take it where i can get it. even from crazy professors.