Alaskan Fettle Poet in the small concrete

This is an actual 100 word response from the student in a friend of mine's class. The event referred to was a show by Alaska's Fiddling Poet, who came to campus for a show. No spelling has been corrected or words changed, and the "Professor Martin" indicated there is me. At least there was a syllable correct.*

This should give you a sense of the caliber of our freshmen this year, or at least one of them:

After attending the small concrete of the Alaskan Fettle Poet I can say I found myself drifting into thoughts of home, back in the northern tip of Virginia. Hearing the fettle and the banjo played by our own Professor Martin was in toon with the stories and poems of the Alaskan Fettle Poet. The life stories he told of traveling and small towns reminded me of my own adventures in the wilderness, and living in a small town. The most important thing I got out of the music was being able to relax and think about my life and dreams.

* "a sylla-what now?" as the student might ask