This essay was so bad it made my eyesockets ache. But Missy dug in her heels and insisted that a) it was good, b) she'd written eight sentences, which was one whole sentence more than was required! And c) she was not redoing it, and I didn't know what I was talking about, so there.

I quietly helped her tidy it up, and let it go. She absolutely needs to get the grade this one will earn her.