So we got our Western Theatre papers back this morning...
Finally some hint at academic validation, my first real paper grade at Columbia...
W.B. handed it to me...lot's of comments...oo... Why did I leave that in? I don't remember leaving that in. Not anachronistic, achronistic... ACHRONISTIC! damn auto correct. *le sigh* "Good Connection, but... *le sigh some more* The TA is commenting a lot, W.B. isn't...why isn't he commenting? I...ugh...how is a Marx reference not obvious enough? How is the Locke reference not obvious enough? Everybody knows those theories. "Don't assume your reader knows anything." But assume we do, eh? Ha. That wasn't that funny. Well...nah not that funny. Your citations are funny. Funny bad, not funny haha. Are citations ever funny haha? Get to last page.
Flip over. No grade. Class and Prof. long gone...
What's going on?
Where's my grade?
I was really tired. It was finished during an all-nighter, and every other sundry excuse ever used, by everyone, ever.
Was it that horrible? No, no-no. I mean he's not above just putting an F
on a paper, right? Christ. Does he want me to rewrite? I'd love a
Emailed prof + TA. Waiting...patiently.
Oh, hey...look at that. This is my 100th post.