It’s that time of year, we know. We see it in your faces: worn out, sleep deprived, pale. We see how red your eyes are from peering at the computer screen, and that your fingers are turning into little nubs because you’ve been pounding at the keyboard. Your blood has more caffeine coursing through it than leucocytes.
We know you have five papers due in five different classes. We feel your pain, we really do.
But think about us. We have to read those things. Think it’s hard to compose twelve brilliant pages on The Tempest? Try reading 360 pages of student writing on the play. So yes, please do stop by your English professor’s office with a tiny violin. And then get back to work, that paper isn’t going to write itself.