In travel writing today my professor handed back our papers that we wrote for our midterm. Except for mine. I got the privilege of staying after class and then receiving my paper, on which I expected to see a huge fat C. When the students had filtered out of the room my professor handed me my paper and brightly shining on it was a huge fat C. So why did I have to stay after? I’m sure I didn’t get the lowest grade. Then Richard started talking.
Richard: “Well, I must say you write beautifully, but I’m not sure if this was intentional or not, but you didn’t really answer the assigned question.”
Me: “Okay? How so?”
Richard: “Well you summarized the book.”
Me: Blank stare. Because of the five questions he asked I picked the one that pretty much required that you summarize the books.
Richard: Starts to flip through the pages of my paper and about ten of the thirteen pages have a huge line through it with the words “PLOT SUMMARY” written in a barely legible handwriting. As if I wouldn’t have gotten the message from the first page.
Me: I am not going to cry. I am not going to cry. I am not going to cry.
Richard: “You see? I mean, you did I nice job summarizing, but you really just gave me an encyclopedia version of what I just read.”
Me: “Well I can assure you that I did not intentionally not answer your question. I guess I misunderstood what you were asking.”
Richard: “Well you could use some secondary sources. Its just a summary of the books.”
Me: “Okay.” I am not going to cry I am not going to cry I am not going to cry.
Richard: “And if you want you can rewrite it and possibly bump your grade up.”
Me: “Awesome. Okay. Thanks.”
Richard: Still has the paper in his hands and is still going on about- you guessed it- the fact that I summarized the books. As if I don’t get the point.
Me: “Okay. Yea.”
Richard: Still Rambling.
Me: “Okay. Yea.”
Richard: Sensing that he has gone on far too long, gives me my paper.
Me: I (totally not- but kind of- meaning to) open the door with greater force than necessary and walk out.
So now I have to rewrite a 3,000 word paper. Which I mean, is nice that he gave me another chance and I am really grateful please don’t get me wrong, but… I HAVE TO REWRITE A 3,000 WORD PAPER. Basically all he liked from my first paper that is somewhat usable is the last paragraph. Comprised of around 126 words. But hey! At least I write beautifully. ha. ha. ha.
Tonight I tried working on the paper, but after an hour and forty-five minutes of sitting in front of the computer screen looking at a somewhat blank word document (I had my 126 word paragraph as my introduction) I realized I had no idea what I am supposed to be writing this paper on. So I decided to email ol Richard. Still anxiously awaiting that reply. And as it turns out, the other girl who chose this topic (there were five to choose from) got a C+ on her paper. She didn’t use any secondary sources either. Not because we are bad and intentionally don’t do what we are asked, but because we both took the very vague question and ran in a completely different direction than what he wanted. And he expected us to be mind readers. Silly Richard.
In other news, I bought an amazingly cute coat today. Shopping is awesome.