This semester I taught Grammar 200 for the second time. Unsurprisingly, the students this semester were weaker than I had taught during the summer session. We had to spend more time reinforcing new concepts, most students were loath to participate in class discussion, and the response papers lacked the attention to detail the earlier section so eagerly provided.
I couldn't help but think the course was three credits of torture for the poor bastards who enrolled.
On the last day of class, we answered last-minute questions for the final exam. When I exhausted their questions, I delivered closing remarks: It's been a pleasure working with all of you, I wish you luck as writers, keep in touch. Then something strange happened.
They clapped.
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