It happens every quarter. The one student you didn't notice the first two weeks or so—the quiet one, the geeky guy or the mousy girl, the one who never speaks up in class, the one who smirks politely at your feeble jokes—takes your breath away with a work of such brilliance, you don't know how you're going to muster feedback. Your star emerges, and you're as surprised and delighted as if you'd found a thousand dollar bill on the sidewalk. And no plagiarist, no traffic jam, no attention-whoring terrorist can ruin that divine moment.