The Points

The sixers are making power points about poets. I finally figured out to give them a deadline, so now stuff is coming together and I find myself actually helping sixers with their work, rather than running around trying to figure out who's blasting the Stones' Beast of Burden through the computer speakers. At the end of a busy but productive hour in the computer lab, a sixer handed over his rough draft. "Thanks," I said, "I'll edit it this weekend."
He looked at me and replied matter of factly, "This is actually my final draft."
I sang back at him, "No, it's not, my fine sixer pal, so ha ha hahaha." He grinned, shook his head and walked off as I continued to cackle gleefully.
The other sixers shook their heads at me as they filed out as well.
I feel like we're finally starting to understand one another.