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You know...
Apr. 29th, 2005 04:47 am(I woke up to eat, I'm still up, I'm going back to bed after The L Word. I know, you're thrilled to have that commentary.)
I was just rereading the comments on my poetry paper. Honestly, I liked the class. I liked the teacher. But something about all of it just rubs me the wrong way. You know why? Because my language skills are totally being judged.
I think I'm a good writer. I mean, whatever, I don't write wonderfully here, but this is so informal and is much more conversational. i tend to find it easy for me to express my ideas in writing, so essays and stuff don't really bother me, except the organizing the ideas and, you know, actually coming up with the ideas in the first place.
When I was looking over my paper, though, I felt like my professor concentrated on my grammar easily as much as the arguments and ideas I brought up. I guess, you know, it IS an English class, but I find myself prickling over the little scratches through some of my words and the insertion of new ones to replace them. I admit, had I been able to get it done before it was actually due, I probably would have changed a few things myself, but it still rankles. Other profs don't do that. But if I'm never corrected, I'll keep making the same mistakes, right? Right. I guess it's a matter of not really expecting it (although that is rather silly! It's an ENGLISH PAPER, for crying out loud!) and then reacting to a seemingly-unprovoked attack on my writing skills.
That said, it was still a good paper, and she likes my interpretation -- lots of "good" and "interesting" comments sprinkled throughout the essay, and I like that I actually do have critical reasoning skills. What does bother me, though, is my utter inability to tear myself away from sociological interpretations of things. I did my paper about identity, basically, and how the poems Tulips and Waking in the Blue talk about identity loss, with the settings of hospitals. I am an identity theory whore, apparently. Who knew?
(Actually, that's really not surprising, considering I've used pseudonyms for various things for at least the last 20 years. Oh my God, I was totally BORN to be a sociologist. WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THIS YEARS AGO?)
I should go back to sleep now.
I was just rereading the comments on my poetry paper. Honestly, I liked the class. I liked the teacher. But something about all of it just rubs me the wrong way. You know why? Because my language skills are totally being judged.
I think I'm a good writer. I mean, whatever, I don't write wonderfully here, but this is so informal and is much more conversational. i tend to find it easy for me to express my ideas in writing, so essays and stuff don't really bother me, except the organizing the ideas and, you know, actually coming up with the ideas in the first place.
When I was looking over my paper, though, I felt like my professor concentrated on my grammar easily as much as the arguments and ideas I brought up. I guess, you know, it IS an English class, but I find myself prickling over the little scratches through some of my words and the insertion of new ones to replace them. I admit, had I been able to get it done before it was actually due, I probably would have changed a few things myself, but it still rankles. Other profs don't do that. But if I'm never corrected, I'll keep making the same mistakes, right? Right. I guess it's a matter of not really expecting it (although that is rather silly! It's an ENGLISH PAPER, for crying out loud!) and then reacting to a seemingly-unprovoked attack on my writing skills.
That said, it was still a good paper, and she likes my interpretation -- lots of "good" and "interesting" comments sprinkled throughout the essay, and I like that I actually do have critical reasoning skills. What does bother me, though, is my utter inability to tear myself away from sociological interpretations of things. I did my paper about identity, basically, and how the poems Tulips and Waking in the Blue talk about identity loss, with the settings of hospitals. I am an identity theory whore, apparently. Who knew?
(Actually, that's really not surprising, considering I've used pseudonyms for various things for at least the last 20 years. Oh my God, I was totally BORN to be a sociologist. WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THIS YEARS AGO?)
I should go back to sleep now.
