Grammar, continued.

So in writing class tonight we were talking about grammar. I thought this was a pretty dumb thing to be covering in writing 122, comma splices, but we were, and I didn't have any say in it. My prof was talking about how when she was getting her Master's in English... At the university she was at, there were ten fatal errors, such as comma splices and run-on sentances, that were, well, fatal. If you had a single puncuation mistake your whole paper would flunk.
I'm a grammar nazi and you all know it, but seriously, isn't that a little over the top? Yes, mark it in red pen, take points off, but having one little thing ruin a whole paper? Come on! That was a fragment, by the way, which might flunk this blog. But you know what? I think I'm going to limit my grammar-ness to stuff people should be able to understand... Run-on sentances are open to debate, but apostrophes aren't! Neither are exclamation points. So I've decided to stop using smiley faces, unless I know you well. If you can't say it with words, you shouldn't say anything. Unless you can say it better with images. But this isn't an image blog. It's for the words that pop into my head and bang on the inside of my forehead, saying, "Please, please, PLEASE let us out!" I've had enough of that! So henceforth, if I use a smiley when talking to you you're special. Grammar shall rule once more. Laters.