Randomness from The Lit. Prof.

I'm on vacation, dammit! Why, oh why, do I have to work? Because, "vacation" means something different in the academic world than it does in the real world. In the academic world, "vacation" means you have to answer emails from disgruntled students who did "F" quality work and unrealistically expected an "A" for their efforts. In the academic world, "vacation" means participating in grade appeals.
Scenario: student X has three grades (70, 85, 83) which average out to 79. X wants Lit. Prof. to giver her extra credit for writing a critique of her preacher's Sunday sermon. Lit. Prof. balks at giving academic credit for attending church.
Question: what happens next?
A) Lit. Prof. stands by her decision, thus preserving her own integrity and that of the entire liberal arts community. X accepts responsibility for a well-earned "C" and moves on with her life.
B) Lit. Prof. stands by her decision, thus preserving her own integrity and that of the entire liberal arts community. X appeals her grade because "God" told her to or "mommy" told her to or "inner Satanic voice" told her to.
C) After numerous post-semester emails from a class populated by the worst students in 7 years of teaching, Lit. Prof. has a complete nervous breakdown and eye-twitchingly revamps her syllabus such that it excludes extra-credit (honestly deserving students be damned!); includes more mind-numbing tests (resulting in even more pointless grades which reflect absolutely nothing about students' potential, effort, and intellectual prowess); adds more readings about lesbians, satanists, moral terror, sexual imagery, and Marxism; and takes a vacation (which, as noted above, isn't actually a vacation by any standard definition of the word). Ah, academia!!!

One day I'll get the courage to enter the real-world work force. I would be a good secratary/accountant/personal assistant. After all, I did all of these jobs working for my dad as a teen and 20-something (10 years experience). I can also wait tables at a country club (3 years experience), prostitute my body (17 years of an active sex life), do psychological counseling (15 years on this side of the couch), and flip burgers (no experience, but how hard can it be?). Of course the downside to all of these professions is I wouldn't get my summers off.

I want to be a cat. I took that animal-test thing and came out as a wolf.