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Did you really turn in a college essay in Comic Sans just to piss off a teacher?
While I have a sort of canned response to those "did-you-really..." questions, I'll answer this one. Yes, I really did this. Actually, it happened more than once, but it was always less just to piss off the instructor, and more to mess with them. I'm a heckler but not intentionally an asshole. I knew how to play the game in college (as my GPA attests to) but I was always pushing the limits in my own ways. A lot of people don't realize how "accidental" it was that I was a good student. I probably should have done much, much worse on several occasions.
I knew I had written a spectacular paper, and you may have noticed that I'm fond of poking at the authoritative pedagogy of academia, especially those who think their advanced degrees gave them the right to treat undergrads like idiots. I teach undergrads too. I know it can be like herding cats, but that's no excuse for assuming that people can't think unless you tell them exactly how to do so.
The thing is, Dana, I don't recommend doing it. I got snippy comments on papers, points off, and one very uncomfortable office meeting because of this prank. I was going to school for the education, not the degree, and the amount that I cared about grades had more to do with doing my best than the grades themselves. So I wouldn't have cared if I'd done poorly on a paper because it was in the "wrong font" as long as I knew the paper kicked ass. Three of my worst grades of my whole college career got the most unconcerned reactions from me because I hadn't understood the assignment and I'd done my best and if they were going to take off points because of unclear expectations, that was on them, not me. One of my most hand-wringing moments was an A minus that I got when I hadn't done my best and I knew it.
I wasn't really as concerned about the consequences of my actions as a "proper" student should be.
I liked putting the profs in the position of knowing that if they failed me for the font of an otherwise fandamntastical paper, they would be proving the worst things that everyone says about academia absolutely true, and they would be demonstrating that they're not actually there to "help people think critically and actualize their potential" but to follow directions like good little future workers of America. I liked the idea of them having to face those values and confront whether or not they would be egotistical autocrats who demanded contrition to their "authoritaaaaah" and not so much the compassionate mentors who encourage free thinking that they liked to think themselves.
These days, having seen the number of guest blog submissions that can't follow a simple fucking direction, I would have gone back and slapped old me.
Unfortunately, at least once, this sort of backfired. (Sort of.) I got dragged into an office meeting intended to find out why I "shouldn't be given a zero on the paper since [I] obviously didn't take it,\ [him], or the class seriously." We talked about why I had done it, and I explained some the reasons I gave above. Sometimes, when I'm feeling super bad ass, I imagine it as a speech with swelling music behind me and my words about the tyranny of the ivory tower flowing from my mouth like golden honey in a way that made a single tear slip down the young adjunct's face.
But having been in the other chair a few too many times, I know he probably was looking for any excuse not to do something that would ruin an A student's grade.
I ended up with extra credit.