Grading piles areself-inflicted injuries.Professor's karma.
The nice thing about the posted haiku is that it works for both students and (as Jonathan's haiku points out) professors.
Zero here zeroThere fills the grade book yonderConstruct a TARDIS
Exams coming upThey can't be too difficultThey don't write themselves.
Your grade is too low?No, there is nothing that youCan do to raise it.
It's Finals Bingo! Who won't follow directions? Yep; no surprise there. Sunny snowflake girl, Giggling as you write your name, Please don't boomerang. Next time you repeat, Try some fresh meat (I mean, prof);Twice was quite enough.
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You sit, all wide-eyed,Still surprised that you failed, yourFate already sealed.We should not have met Like this; it should have been whenYou first saw trouble.But there's the rub: youDidn't see it, for you justnever looked till now.
You are in stage three.Is there something I can do?But I have nothing.
Where's my compassion?Same place your grade has run toYour tears mean nothing
My heart is aching, But if I doled points unearnt,I'd just as well die.
Oh, YEAH? Well, I have the ultimate haiku, then:Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckFuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckFuck fuck fuck fuck fuckBut of course, it still isn't as good as Greta's.
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