The work came back dripping with red marks like it had met a werewolf along the way.  He looked it over with a curious eye and couldn’t ascertain what he might have done differently. 

His spelling, though atrocious, was a phonetic representation of the true meaning of the word in question.  Everyone sees an exclamation mark at the end of pogo stik! even if it is in the middle of a sentence. To him, indentations were doors and his essay was a house.  There was Only One way in and One way Out.  Each window a capital O. For light.