A story (paraphrased) that my Old English professor told on one of the first days of class:

"My granddaughter had her first day of kindergarten, and she came home all upset because she almost got a frowny-face on something. And I started thinking...she has eight more years of elementary school and junior high, four years of high school, four years undergrad, and possibly endless years of grad school, if she goes into the Humanities...think of how many thousands of frowny-faces await her!"

One guy's response:

"That's dark and evil!"

But it's true...