Magnetic Poetry 365:340

I often think of a student I taught who could never be convinced that “more better” wasn’t correct. Each class, she’d crack me up with a new example: “This milk shake tastes better than an Orange Julius but more better than a Coke,” or “I like this poem better than the one by Emily Dickinson but more better than the one by Matthew Arnold.” As I recall, she made a good grade in my class (naturally, she never used “more better” in any of her essays).

I was trying to think the other day if I could remember any student I actively disliked, and I can’t. I’m sure there must have been some; teachers are only human, and some students are disruptive or lazy or manipulative. But I seem to remember only the bright, funny, and diligent ones.

And the plagiarist. Can’t forget her.