I printed messages to my students on their answers to questions on the first two chapters of Chew On This, and I told them they could have five minutes to look at my comments and could ask me if they had any questions about what I had written. Some students let their eyes fall down on the paper, but even really "nice" students like YKS were finished in a jiffy and staring into space. I approached YKS and asked him whether he'd read my comments, and he nodded.
"What did I say?"
"You said I was wrong."
"I said you were wrong? I don't think so. Let me see your paper."
It was already put away, but he searched for it and got it out.
"Can you read what I printed?" I asked, really wondering because of my poor fine motor skills.
"Yes. 'How do fast food restaurants...explode...young people.' Explode?"
"That's exploit."
But he hadn't even seen that I'd asked him a question. All he saw was the there was something in red, so it must be a message that he was wrong, and that meant it was time for him to stare into space.
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