Yeah, I know alot of people think less of me for going to a community college rather then a real one. But hey, it's getting me the degree I need and it's still cheaper then anything i could ever afford otherwise.
That being said, one of my classes is Composition 1. That's a writing class, and thus far a very easy one.
Much to my chargin though, today the shit hit the fan there. See, we were all suppose to do a narrative essay. The first draft was due today. That's what the Syllabus said. That is what the teacher was saying all of last two weeks.
Guess how many people brought it today? Including me, about 4 others. Out of 30 students.
They all shouted confusing. Teacher just kinda rolled her eyes over it. She started to talk about next essay's draft which is to be turned in next week. Students started to ask, wait, they thought the draft was due this week, does that mean they extra week?
No. The final draft of narrative is due next week, first draft of next essay is due next week.
Still much confusion.
The teacher then said that alot of people made major mistakes that are unnacceptable from all the first drafts we did.
So guess what teacher started doing...
Telling us the difference of They're, Their, There, Wear, Where, Four, For, To, Two, Too, and about a dozen more that I just dozed through. I got an A on my last, and didn't have any mistakes like that.
Seriously. That shit is like, first grade stuff, if that!
Then, she told us to read pages 409-439 to learn about new essay coming, and do final questions on last essay sample. She then left to go to restroom.
Much more confusion.
"What are we suppose to read?"
"What questions!? WHAT QUESTIONS!?"
I had to shout like, four times to different people. The essay sample was on page 437, the pages before that are just descriptions and rules on new essay we have to write.
When is this due?
"...first draft Next week"
Then big ones. "I don't get it! Why so much writing!? This is fucking bullshit!"
Its. A. FUCKING WRITING CLASS! What, you wanted a bunch of reading and naps? Wrong class. You're expected to, you know, write, in a writing class.
I just don't get it.
That being said, one of my classes is Composition 1. That's a writing class, and thus far a very easy one.
Much to my chargin though, today the shit hit the fan there. See, we were all suppose to do a narrative essay. The first draft was due today. That's what the Syllabus said. That is what the teacher was saying all of last two weeks.
Guess how many people brought it today? Including me, about 4 others. Out of 30 students.
They all shouted confusing. Teacher just kinda rolled her eyes over it. She started to talk about next essay's draft which is to be turned in next week. Students started to ask, wait, they thought the draft was due this week, does that mean they extra week?
No. The final draft of narrative is due next week, first draft of next essay is due next week.
Still much confusion.
The teacher then said that alot of people made major mistakes that are unnacceptable from all the first drafts we did.
So guess what teacher started doing...
Telling us the difference of They're, Their, There, Wear, Where, Four, For, To, Two, Too, and about a dozen more that I just dozed through. I got an A on my last, and didn't have any mistakes like that.
Seriously. That shit is like, first grade stuff, if that!
Then, she told us to read pages 409-439 to learn about new essay coming, and do final questions on last essay sample. She then left to go to restroom.
Much more confusion.
"What are we suppose to read?"
"What questions!? WHAT QUESTIONS!?"
I had to shout like, four times to different people. The essay sample was on page 437, the pages before that are just descriptions and rules on new essay we have to write.
When is this due?
"...first draft Next week"
Then big ones. "I don't get it! Why so much writing!? This is fucking bullshit!"
Its. A. FUCKING WRITING CLASS! What, you wanted a bunch of reading and naps? Wrong class. You're expected to, you know, write, in a writing class.
I just don't get it.
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