At present, I am editing students work as part of compiling it into a wiki on local queer history.

HOW THE HELL DID THESE ART STUDENTS GET TO THIRD-YEAR-PLUS UNIVERSITY WITHOUT KNOWING HOW TO WRITE?

HOW?

WHAT ARE WE TEACHING THEM?

I find myself stopping every few sentences to try and figure out what the hell the authour is saying. Or trying to say, and failing.

As I edit, the page count is steadily dropping. Superfluous clauses and sentences fly off into the ether, never to return.