Remember that Frankenstein paper I wrote? Yeah, so I got the grade back today. 95!!!!! Ninety-freakin’-five. The highest grade in the class! Whoohooo!
Before he passed the papers out, some asked the professor what the grade range was. He said that he almost gave an A+, but didn’t, he gave an 95. I wasn’t worried, because I seriously thought I had gotten around a B- or so.
But no!
Apparantly my grammar is terrible (something that is evident from this blog and no suprise to me). I think the reason is that I am loathe to read something after I have written it. Seriously…I hate that. Especially for something I don’t want to write.
Anyway, this is what he wrote at the end:
Clint, I didn’t like your [paragraphing]. Your argument hops from [point to point] like a bee alighting on meadow flowers (is he an English teacher or what?). I’d prefer to see the movement of the essay blocked out in longer units prefaced [with] topic sentences.
Otherwise, I enjoyed this immensely: wonderful topic, clearly & correctly written, & alive with the kind of critical intelligence capable of really pushing ideas. Bravo. An absolutely terrific performance.
So I can’t spell, but I am creative!
On a side note. I recieved an offer that I will not detail yet here, but the nature of the offer has gotten me thinking about my behavior.
This is not uncommon, but I think I have the habit of trying to prove my success to those who have known my my whole life or close to it. I don’t seem to try to prove my success (or lack of, whatever) to people I’ve known for a short people or people I meet in college…wait…I do the same thing with people from my mission. What the crap?
Why do I feel the need to prove myself to these people as opposed to everyone. Why don’t I go around talking about whatever, but when I am around relatives from back home or whatever I need to prove that I’m a success? Weird.