Pedantasticness.

That's pedantastic!

Pedantiliciousness.

Pendantrocity.

Pedantomania

Pendantapalooza!

I mock you and your faith in being enfranchised in an equitable system.

This.

Although, I'm very much "I did the crime, I'll do the time." I never negotiated for a grade, because if I didn't get an A I already knew that I either didn't grok the subject or hadn't spent any time on it.

See also: This weekend. I got pulled over for speeding (no ticket). Some hours later, when my Lawful Good DH was speaking to me again, I mentioned that the "Reduced Speed Zone" was about 20 miles before the speedtrap. He agreed, and said he was thinking about mentioning that to the officer, and wondered why I hadn't. I said, well, either way, I was speeding.

I don't see a problem with negotiating where grades are concerned if you can back it up with something reasonable. I've had teachers glad that students cared enough to try and make their point and sometimes learned more from it.

However, I do have a problem with the kind of thing that happened at my high school, where it was widely considered that both the valedictorian and saluditorian were chosen because they had the pushiest parents. Both of their mothers were well known for petitioning teachers for grades and extra time for tests. One of the families was very infulential in the area because the father was the president of a professional sports team. And yet the kid who also got a perfect GPA and a 1600 on his SATs and took a harder course load had parents who were imigrants and had never been seen at the school didn't get anything.

I had a college friend who got very very irate with me any time I got an extension on a paper.

Yeah, I had a roommate that was ALWAYS getting extensions on papers. Which, even though we were in completely different majors, annoyed me. I mean, I was doing a lot of the same stuff she was, but I had to take my chem tests on time! And while occasionally it was that she was sick, more often it was that she'd been putting too much time in at the theater (which was extracurricular, and I did too), which I was like "Dude. Optional. Not a good reason" (she'd often be like "Oooh, I'm sooooo sick" when it was more overwork or a little sick plus a lot of staying up all night)

I never even asked my profs questions in college, for my undergrad at least, because I thought it would look like I wanted an unfair advantage, and the answer would be in the library anyway.

I love Raq's pedantry story. It makes me think of the small revolution that put an end to our "thou shalt not affix anything to the fancy new glass cubicle doors" rule. Someone went away on a family emergency for, like, a month, and put up a post-it saying that she'd had to leave town. Local pedant put up another post-it to say that the first post-it was a violation. Local snark pointed out the irony. Local pedant posted a "no, I'm serious".

And by the time family emergency woman got back (completely unaware of the entire post-it flame war, natch) the outside of her cube was completely wallpapered, and ever since, people not only freely post-itify, but use the glass doors for goofy doodling with dry-erase markers.