Assigniety

So it's that time of year again.
No, not Christmas, that's still a few weeks away yet (despite what the department stores seem to think.)
And no, I don't mean Guy Fawkes' night either, although that is tonight. ('Remember, remember...')

I mean assignment submission time.

Yes; in just a few hours I'll be sending my baby away to be marked; and though I've been preparing him for this for days—leading him by hand through dozens of test cases and making tiny improvements to his efficiency—I can't help but feel that there's something I've forgotten.

While I'm sipping mulled wine by the flickering light of a burning effigy, little Reggie will be torn apart line by line, scrutinized intensely, ran through tests by unsympathetic people he's never met, and I'll just have to sit there and hope he's not missing a comment or parenthesis.

Here's to you, Reggie.