Our second story from the trenches is a brief email message from a concerned young scholar to his (or her?) professor at St. Anonymous University. Four brief sentences, with no apparent logical connection (or even internal consistency), but strung together anyway (perhaps under the unifying rubric of "Me anger," or perhaps merely for your enjoyment, Gentle Reader). Here it is, raw and unedited:

"you shouldn't be a professor because professor should improve students life no matter what situations. I'm angry and rage but thats life.  I thought you would understand.  Also is there a quiz tomorrow?"

(Yes, Sparky, there will be a quiz. . .)