When an English Professor takes off points because you interpret a story differently, they’re basically penalizing you for not sharing the same headcanon they do
I work for an educational program as
the jack-of-all-trades (graphic designer, marketer, event planner, etc.). One
of my duties this week is to collect the new Power Point slides from the faculty
to handouts for the students. The old template was ugly (circular gradient
backgrounds) and had no reference to the school, so made a new template and
handed it out, asking people to use them. I gave detailed instructions on how
to convert their slides, and almost everyone figured it out immediately. Almost.
One teacher couldn’t figure this out, so I had to convert all of the slides for
him and send them back.
While most teachers’ slides converted
just fine, his would require a lot of manual reformatting because he’d used
hyphens instead of bullet points, used the space key to align his text – just lots
of decisions that meant I had to go in and do it by hand. I offered to do this
for him, but apparently that wasn’t good enough.
Client: That’s not going to work, because I have
pretty particular needs. I’m not sure I have the time to tell you what to do.
Can’t I just use the same slides?
Me: I’m sorry, but your slides would be the only ones with
the wrong template and it would look unprofessional for the program. Can you
just make the changes yourself?
Client: Well I don’t see why I should be
expected to make those changes.
After some argument, he begrudgingly agreed
to take on the horrible burden of printing his slides, circling what was wrong
with them in red ink, and then handing them to me so I could do them.
Actually hold up a sec, why is their recoil when he turns the Lightsabers on?
I think it’s actually from his pistons flipping the switch or however they work
Maybe it’s a result of the magnetic fields kicking in?
That makes sense. The magnetig fields wouldn’t effect someoen who is flesh and blood but it would reasonably have a small effect on those with small metal appendages.
ur mom hands u a glass of orange juice. u take a sip. its not orange juice. its stirred egg yolks. u spit them all out. u ask ur mom why. she turns around. its not ur mom. its me. ur mom is gone. im ur mother now
these old spice commercials have been getting really crazy lately
