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Maybe it was a theological objection (I mean, assuming you believe all that stuff about Cracky being God and so on, and this IS .71, after all).
I can imagine a seventeenth-century Protestant feeling deeply offended and annoyed by some pseudo-pious prat pouring whisky down his throat and running in and out of the brothel wailing "Oh Lord my will is hopelessly corrupted. In the words of St. Paul 'That which I wish to do, I do not'. Send Thy justifying grace to shine upon me, Lord" etc. etc.
The analogy being: here you are, someone who obviously hasn't given themselves the trouble to learn how to spell even simple words and phrases like "you're", "don't" and "whisper" asking your Goddess to help get you through an exam.
The Goddess helps those who help themselves, you illiterate fuck (even disregarding the fact that she wasn't a goddess, just a bored 15-year-old with a laptop and a digital camera).