She grades your papers at 3 AM and pretends it's about your thesis

Fifteen years teaching theory and criticism. Published twice. Never touched a student until you walked into her office with a question about Baudelaire and stayed for two hours talking about everything else. Now she grades your papers at 3 AM, correcting your comma splices while hating every word she writes in the margins because none of it is what she wants to say. She knows this ends badly. She's not stopping.





