| Ok so my world lit teacher assigned a term paper (big deal) about a
book that we had read. He told us to keep our retelling to a minimum
and talk about a character or theme and how we reacted to it. So i
wrote it and turned it in and we got it back on the last day of class.
Well I just looked it over and i really want my teacher to die. I used
to like him, but now I'm just livid. I made an 80 on the paper. It
should have been an average/good paper, right? He should only have had
a few problems with it. So when I start to read it, I'm expecting him
to point out typos, syntax errors, and maybe organizational
malfunctions. However, what i got was him slamming every paragraph I
wrote. He makes me sound/feel like the worst fucking writer in his
class. Here are some examples of what he wrote.
"This is just about all re-telling with commentary. You do not get
inside the story at all except to note the bird imagery- and that is
also just description."
"Do you realize what is going on?"
"What is your point?"
"This wasn't the assignment." (Note- this was a personal reaction
paper- he put this comment next to my personal reaction paragraph.)
He also completely disagrees with some of the things i have to say
about the story. Uhh.. I'm sorry.. but isnt the point of art to have
your own personal interpretation of it? If i think the character
doesn't realize something and you think she does realize it THAT DOES
NOT MAKE ME WRONG. God damn dude. Also, he docked points because he
couldn't locate my thesis. One of the reasons my papers are good is
because im not obvious with my thesis. I guess i needed to fucking
label it for this guy.
If my paper was so fucking bad, why didn't he give me a grade that
reflect my bad paper? He is not helping me with his comments. This is
not constructive criticism, and if it was that bad why didn't i get a
bad grade? I am so fucking glad that class is over. |
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| IT'S MY BIRTHDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY.
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| Chris gets home in an hour. OMG.
I miss him.
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| Our apartment is awesome. I love waking up next to Christopher every morning.. I don't love doing his laundry. But whatever, you win some, you lose some.
I would ask you guys how you're all doing in mesquite but i don't know if i give a shit or not.
I'm having pretty bad self esteem issues lately.. I hope this passes.
I feel like I'm talking to a brick wall.
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