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Quite excited - not right this second, but was earlier. This semester is my theory class for Anthro (which is supposed to prepare you for senior seminar) and we have to write three papers through the semester, 8 pages each. I put the first off for longer than I should have. I spent like, 3 days holed up in the student computing center writing it. The professor, Starrett, is a really funny and nice guy (kind of stern at first glance) but apparently he doesn't like to give A's. A couple people who sit next to me in class had him for a different class and they promised me that for him, a B is an A. In fact, the syllabus basically agrees with that - the rubric says "An A is everything a B is, but goes beyond. Is a joy to read." I interpreted that to mean it is a B work but with extra smooth finesse.
There are 18 people in our class, and it was due last week, and he came into class today looking angry as fuck and at the end of class before he gave out the papers he told us more or less: "I've had a horrible few days grading these. They are not the work I'd expect from a senior. There are a few D's in there, a few C's and even some F's. There are a couple of B's. The people who came in to talk to me about their papers during the writing process did better than the rest. I don't want you to feel panicked - there is still time left to fix this - but I do want you to feel bad."
I didn't go in to get help with mine so it was quite nerve wracking up to that point even though I was super excited all day to get the grades back. He supposedly gives really long, in-depth comments in the margins, and I always love feedback, even when it's bad (cause I'm masochistic about my writing). His speech left me figuring that B's were the highest he'd given out this time. Imagine my surprise when there were barely any comments on my paper - just a few vague markings where he apparently approved of what I wrote, and then a comment at the end saying it was sophisticated, thoughtful and elegantly written. I got me an A! No where to go now but down, haha.
Unrelated but deserving of note: dad had his surgery (like a fuckin' month ago, where have I been with updating this thing?) and he's been doing the chemo for a couple weeks now. There are a couple small spots on his liver. I guess it's too soon to know how well it's working, but we remain positive.
There are 18 people in our class, and it was due last week, and he came into class today looking angry as fuck and at the end of class before he gave out the papers he told us more or less: "I've had a horrible few days grading these. They are not the work I'd expect from a senior. There are a few D's in there, a few C's and even some F's. There are a couple of B's. The people who came in to talk to me about their papers during the writing process did better than the rest. I don't want you to feel panicked - there is still time left to fix this - but I do want you to feel bad."
I didn't go in to get help with mine so it was quite nerve wracking up to that point even though I was super excited all day to get the grades back. He supposedly gives really long, in-depth comments in the margins, and I always love feedback, even when it's bad (cause I'm masochistic about my writing). His speech left me figuring that B's were the highest he'd given out this time. Imagine my surprise when there were barely any comments on my paper - just a few vague markings where he apparently approved of what I wrote, and then a comment at the end saying it was sophisticated, thoughtful and elegantly written. I got me an A! No where to go now but down, haha.
Unrelated but deserving of note: dad had his surgery (like a fuckin' month ago, where have I been with updating this thing?) and he's been doing the chemo for a couple weeks now. There are a couple small spots on his liver. I guess it's too soon to know how well it's working, but we remain positive.