I just want to add - how would this work? Thinking about how many modules she’d take, how many tutors she’d have - does this mean there would be one central controlling person whispering in each tutor’s ear, persuading them to give her firsts? And every time she starts a new module they do it again? From what I know of tutors they get very annoyed if you’re not learning what they’re teaching, or are keen to help you if you’re trying and still don’t get it - it would kill them to give you an inflated mark on their subject if you did bad work because it reflects directly on their teaching and grading!
Plus honestly male tutor, female student, inflated mark - doesn’t look like they’re being paid, it looks like an affair.
Breaking news: Ruby's sleeping with all her teachers! You heard it here at Tattle first!
In reality, I hope the whole arrangement happened like this:
Professor Tweedington: "I had to grade an essay from Ruby "Granger" last night. Do you know if there's any red pens left in the storage cupboard? I went through eight of them just correcting one page."
Mr. Poshmeister: "She was in my seminar last week and we had to book the room out for an extra three hours as she wouldn't stop talking."
Professor Tweedington: "Why didn't you just leave?"
Mr. Poshmeister: "We did. She was so wrapped up in the sound of her own voice that she didn't realise she was talking to an empty chair for most of her morning. Nobody wanted to interrupt her. The last 3 people who did that got reported to the police for bullying."
Professor Tweedington: "I'm gonna have to fail her. This is drivel. She's written the phrase "super omulent crotasity" six times. She keeps talking about the "psyomagnic-vorco theory". This reads like a serial killer's manifesto. She has to go."
Miss Fabernathy: "No! Please don't fail her! My mental health has improved drastically since she started taking my class. I've never laughed so much in my life. She was dressed like a pirate chambermaid and twirling a parasol through a lecture. She prepared tea for herself on the little desk. It was fucking hilarious. One of the other students literally shat themselves laughing. I've started scheduling 6 extra seminars a week just to give her the chance to appear and fuck things up more. It's amazing."
Doctor Quizzingford: "Yes, you can't get rid of her. I'm partway through writing a book about the inner workings of her mind. It's quite fascinating how stupid she is. I've only seen this level of aggressive stupidity once before, and that was in a lobotomized squirrel."
Mr. Poshmeister: "What if we just give her firsts across the board? The added confidence will probably make her say even more dumb shit for us to laugh at. Once she's graduated, we'll work extra hard at being honest, attentive teachers again, but this opportunity comes only once in a lifetime."
Miss Fabernathy: "Agreed. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a seminar to teach. I encouraged costumes. I can't wait to she what the fuck she shows up in this time."