I spent ten minutes wrestling them from the tiny slot that they had been jammed into by unhappy office workers, who, I might add, left hate mail again. Luckily, I avoided the escaped monkey that had snuck into the building during an Evolution lecture, but he'd left his mark all over the photocopying machine. It's the smell, not the colouring of the machine that gets you. And after prying the assignments out of the slot, I jammed them into my bag and, suffering under their weight, came home.
About an hour ago, I took them out into the backyard, made a little pit, and then set them on fire.