I'm Bragging, But This Is My Blog, So It's Allowed
You know what feels good? Consistently getting the highest class grader on every paper you write. Apparently I'm a god in the English department, and I'm getting my own (good) reputation in the philosophy department as well.
Which reminds me of a conversation I overheard as I was sleeping/reading Mrs. Dalloway. Two girls were sitting near me, in the philosophy end of the hallway, where there is (appropriately) a bulletin board with philosophy information on it. All the departments have one.
Girl 1: I hate philosophy.
Girl 2: Hate?
Girl 1: Well, not hate. I just...yuck.
Girl 2: Why?
Girl 1: It's too abstract. Like in math...there's one answer. In philosophy, there are, like...three or four. And who knows what the professor wants!
Girl 2: Huh.
Girl 1: English is so much better. Except my professor wants us to write this "scholarly paper." I mean, why?
Girl 2: Well, this is college. I think all my professors want scholarly papers.
Girl 1: And my family life class--[mumbled something I couldn't hear, and I'm pretty sure I didn't want to anyway]
Girl 1: AND! They want me to write a perfectly grammatical paper. That's not even possible.
Girl 2: Well, you have to proofread. And take it to the writing center.
Girl 1: What's that?
And then Girl 2 took the textbook she was holding and killed Girl 1 for being so dumb. Or maybe I added that part in my imagination.
No wonder professors think I write good papers; the ABOVE is what I'm competing with. People who don't want to waste their time proofreading, much less thinking.
Which reminds me of a conversation I overheard as I was sleeping/reading Mrs. Dalloway. Two girls were sitting near me, in the philosophy end of the hallway, where there is (appropriately) a bulletin board with philosophy information on it. All the departments have one.
Girl 1: I hate philosophy.
Girl 2: Hate?
Girl 1: Well, not hate. I just...yuck.
Girl 2: Why?
Girl 1: It's too abstract. Like in math...there's one answer. In philosophy, there are, like...three or four. And who knows what the professor wants!
Girl 2: Huh.
Girl 1: English is so much better. Except my professor wants us to write this "scholarly paper." I mean, why?
Girl 2: Well, this is college. I think all my professors want scholarly papers.
Girl 1: And my family life class--[mumbled something I couldn't hear, and I'm pretty sure I didn't want to anyway]
Girl 1: AND! They want me to write a perfectly grammatical paper. That's not even possible.
Girl 2: Well, you have to proofread. And take it to the writing center.
Girl 1: What's that?
And then Girl 2 took the textbook she was holding and killed Girl 1 for being so dumb. Or maybe I added that part in my imagination.
No wonder professors think I write good papers; the ABOVE is what I'm competing with. People who don't want to waste their time proofreading, much less thinking.
posted by juxtaposer at 9:13 PM
4 Comments:
incredible, eh? when i see some of the emails the above type people send to professors it never ceases to amaze me.
"hey prof,
did u wont the paper duble spaced? than ill do it over again.
thx"
no grammar or spelling and it drives me bananas.
then again, here i am typing a comment with no capital letters, go me. i suppose what i'm trying to say that in comparison to what's coming into uni's these days, it'd be difficult to not do better than most - even with the least amounf of effort.
Grammatical trash. That is what I call it.
You should see some of the emails I get from professors. Of course, Chemists aren't exactly known for their writing.
Those are the kind of people who make me sudder in movie theaters.
*shudder*
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