Help me out here. Most people who read this blog have either graduated from college/university or have at least attended one class there. When an English professor assigns a paper, how many drafts do you go through? Let me be completely honest with you...I do MAYBE 3 drafts. More than likely two drafts. I turned in my first page of a paper to an English professor on Friday and today in class he basically acted completely distraught that our papers were so "first draft." Okay, I'll admit it, mine was a first draft. Even as I was handing in the first page of my first draft I saw some things I wanted to change, but he was just going to go over the papers and offer advice. I had no idea that he would be so gravely disappointed in me. If the paper is an end of term paper, or going to be graded more heavily for whatever reason, i.e. research paper, I will put forth more effort and go through more drafts. He was so worried about us that he gave us an extra week to complete our papers. He is also going to meet with each of this week (on a volunteer only basis....yea right!) so that he can go over our paper with us.
Here is my goal: For every Tues and Thurs that I have (which are my homework days) between now and when the paper is due I will re-work my paper. This essentially means that by the time I turn in my paper I will turn in draft #5. I'll let you know my grade and if I get above an 88% I will be a convert to the five-draft paper. If not, forget it! Because I generally get an 88% on all papers. For some reason I have barrier that I have reached in my paper writing and I can't get past it, but I rarely go below it either.
On a side note: Why do girls wear high heels on campus? Are they building their own Rameumpton with their shoes? I cannot figure this phenomenon out. In addition, they wear tight leggings and oversized shirts (mind you they are nice shirts) with the heels. I know this is a fashion trend at the moment, but OUCH! I wore semi-heeled shoes one day, about 1.5 inches, but they were espadrille type shoes and by the time lunch came around I was buying Band-Aids at the Twilight Zone. By the time I got home I was nursing a fairly serious blister. I am looking at the scar on my left foot as I write this. Not all girls on campus are this silly, but advice to my college-age-first-cousins-once-removed-in-law who are on the same campus as I: DO NOT DATE THE SILLY GIRLS! They will not be allowed in my house for Sunday dinners. Consider yourself warned.