I think I might have started developing a fear of papers being shoved into my face now.

Friend 1: Luccato-san, please edit my paper! You're a grammar Nazi right?

Me: Sure. Give me five minutes.

Friend 2: Luccato-san! Read my paper and give me your comments!

Me: You should refer to the rubric, but you have enough supportive details for your argument.

Friend 3: Luccato-san write my essay!

Me: I'll give you an outline that you can turn into an essay yourself.

Teacher: Luccato-san, your essays could be better.

Me: That's what I thought...

Paper-kun is after my life now. Somebody save me before I fully convert.