Sunday, October 7, 2012

Knows to the grind

The essay I wrote got some feedback from my teacher. Her style is to record her voice instead of writing on paper- I got a 30 second clip saying she didn't understand anything and gave me a 60%.

Well.

Shit.

That's a hard crack for the ego. You know? The last paper- I mean the very last paper I wrote (for a different class) got the best score of all time. "On the verge of being graduate level" and then I get this. Thirty seconds and 60%.

I know the essay I turned in was crap this time around. I mean, I wasn't happy with it- I had gone to see three writing tutors and each gave me drastically different responses. I didn't get any two people who said the same thing as far as what direction I should take. It was a mess. I went bold. I tackled a subject that was pretty damn large for six hundred words.

At the same time, it was a topic central to what my teacher was trying to talk about- and she didn't understand any of it. Not a piece. I was hoping for something. At least one iddy biddy glimmer of recognition.

Nothing.

My frustration isn't that I got a shit grade- I'm mad because there wasn't a single person who could give me constructive feedback. But you know what? That shit works two ways.

I couldn't make sense out of what anyone else had said- and you know what? That means I have to work harder to write things that people can access easily. Return to simplicity. Work on the basics. Hash out the small stuff. Aight. Can do. Let's boogy.

Fuck it. Scrap the paper. I'll take my 60%. I'll talk to the teacher about it, sure, but not to fight. Chill. Let's roll onto the next one. Kick it into gear. Let's go. Just for the love of god, get me writing soon. Last time she gave us something like two months to write six hundred words, which is great if you have time to expand on a subject and contract it. I think it's a mistake to go for brevity right off the bat without really drawing something out. It's too easy to fuck up on a single word and drive the whole thing to bat shit. There's no room for elbows.

Do it live.

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