Doc is in the middle of a end-of-semester final paper grading frenzy. This is usually unrelenting misery, but occasionally his face will light up with pleasure at what he's reading.
As happened yesterday evening, when he turned to me and said:
"I love it when a student uses the word 'biaatch' in an essay!"
Which is actually justified in this instance, because it was used in the context of a paper on the aesthetics of hip-hop culture. That particular essay made him considerably happier than the one page paper that was written in what amounted to text message speak, and should have been ten pages long.