I joined the ranks of CM correspondents yesterday, just in time for this to appear in my inbox:
Mrs. Batavia -
I'm not in your class, but I got your name from the basketweaving website. I have an assignment to ask two teachers about research practices and how to use the library and it's due tomorrow. Unfortunately, none of the Surfing Studies teachers I've emailed have gotten back to me. It would help me alot if you would get back to me as soon as possible.
Oh, Last-Minute Larry. I really would have answered you, happily, because I'm feeling mellow after two snow days and a class that was unexpectedly prepared, interested, and on the ball. Plus you were relatively polite. But you ruined it. It's not actually the last-minute nature that changed my mind; it's the beginning of the term and I've got my empty office hour to fill. It's not even that you called me "Mrs." and "teacher"; I can see you're freshman and seriously, I understand it's hard to know what to call the part-time faculty.
No, Larry, what made me decide to ignore your message is the fact that this is an assignment for my class. Which you are in. The Monday section. We've had long conversations, you and I, both in person and over e-mail. And so, Larry, if you can't even remember who your professors are, I'm not really sure I can help you.