Take back the castle
I've been able to laugh the grin of failure for a long time now. Actually ever since I started school, I guess, because at school I usually don't care to re-read assignments. But now I have fudged the bucket, I've picked the bad apple, I've taken the wrong control and I've eaten the bad mustard. This time I really, really, feel bad about what I could've accomplished with this assignment.
The assignment in question is about Franz Kafka + Book analysis. We could've picked any of the easier things we had read as an example of the modernist movement back then. But I picked Kafka and his "Der Process" to make an analysis of.
As a task, this was easier said than done, I realised about half-way through the assignment and the book. I was sitting up late nights making notes and really concentrated hard in order to make this a real good analysis. After a while I was running out of time and I handed in the analysis, half-through the book... It was an unfinished analysis of sort.
But, my teacher said to me that I should hand it in later. I thought for a while, asked her if it was ok and she said that it was ok, the only difference would be that I would recieve comments much later. Oh, that sounds great, then I can complete this story and move on.
So I kept spending atleast five or seven more nights with that... That... Haggibaggisoggabogga-thing to book while trying to analyse it. It turned into a process itself: Read, write notes, read, make more notes and eventually get down to the computer and write in the word document and return back to the book in order to repeat process.
Gah.
I handed in the analysis, being about 14-16 pages or so and I felt proud. Hah, here I would come and get really good grade in this Swedish course, I thought. Actually I feel so dumb right now. I've been talking about that analysis as some kind of masterpiece and the crown on this whole course in Swedish. But I was soon to learn otherwise.
Today I got these 16 pages back. I got no grade. All I got was a couple of lines explaining that it was very idiosyncratic thoughts I had + many weird sentences + I-HAD-WRITTEN-IT-IN-THE-WRONG-STYLE. Yes, it was supposed to be like an newspaper article. My heart got shreaded by this sword not intended to hurt me. My energy fell off and I was unable to feel "YIPPIEE!!" for this new assignments on dialects.
I guess if I had only looked through that analysis I could've put things right and maybe if I had asked her earlier about it I could've made it the grand masterpiece I thought it was all the time. Now I got nothing more than 16 pages of stream of concioussness kinda ramblings and badly formed sentences.
Though I am figuring on re-writing the whole thing into a real article, what do you think?
The assignment in question is about Franz Kafka + Book analysis. We could've picked any of the easier things we had read as an example of the modernist movement back then. But I picked Kafka and his "Der Process" to make an analysis of.
As a task, this was easier said than done, I realised about half-way through the assignment and the book. I was sitting up late nights making notes and really concentrated hard in order to make this a real good analysis. After a while I was running out of time and I handed in the analysis, half-through the book... It was an unfinished analysis of sort.
But, my teacher said to me that I should hand it in later. I thought for a while, asked her if it was ok and she said that it was ok, the only difference would be that I would recieve comments much later. Oh, that sounds great, then I can complete this story and move on.
So I kept spending atleast five or seven more nights with that... That... Haggibaggisoggabogga-thing to book while trying to analyse it. It turned into a process itself: Read, write notes, read, make more notes and eventually get down to the computer and write in the word document and return back to the book in order to repeat process.
Gah.
I handed in the analysis, being about 14-16 pages or so and I felt proud. Hah, here I would come and get really good grade in this Swedish course, I thought. Actually I feel so dumb right now. I've been talking about that analysis as some kind of masterpiece and the crown on this whole course in Swedish. But I was soon to learn otherwise.
Today I got these 16 pages back. I got no grade. All I got was a couple of lines explaining that it was very idiosyncratic thoughts I had + many weird sentences + I-HAD-WRITTEN-IT-IN-THE-WRONG-STYLE. Yes, it was supposed to be like an newspaper article. My heart got shreaded by this sword not intended to hurt me. My energy fell off and I was unable to feel "YIPPIEE!!" for this new assignments on dialects.
I guess if I had only looked through that analysis I could've put things right and maybe if I had asked her earlier about it I could've made it the grand masterpiece I thought it was all the time. Now I got nothing more than 16 pages of stream of concioussness kinda ramblings and badly formed sentences.
Though I am figuring on re-writing the whole thing into a real article, what do you think?