"theres alot of diffrnt ppl on the row thats doing very crazy shit"...so sez the student. 

My rejoinder is of course (and of course, scrawled like the highway blood of an unfortunate squirrel, in a deep, deep red) thus:
"Ummmm.  Yeah.  So uh, this is your final and not a text message. (LMAO)!"

And as my homeboy G. Crosby the First and fellow groomsmen in my loutish rogue of a cousin's wedding might say: "I ain't lying!"