Not much here
I'm reading Patricia Bizzell's Academic Discourse and Critical Conscious for a paper I'm starting to work on. The paper is about academic writing: how has it been standardized, why it is used, and it is regarded as a more valuable source of knowledge than other poetic styles. I consider this paper as partly my own journey, because I've never like academic writing but have never formally addressed that feeling. I hope I end up respecting the genre, but God help me if I start enjoying it. If that happens, I demand to be put down.
Funeral arrangements shall be mixed up in a hat, from which three will be chosen and combined.
I'd like to chase this paper further, but these damn classes keep demanding I do work for them. How am I supposed to learn anything if I keep getting assigned work? It'll be over soon, though. I'll come crawling out of this university a torn and bloodied man, clutching in my blistered fingers the burned shreds of my Writing Arts BA.
Perhaps I can arrange for that photo after graduation.
Ug.
It's been a long semester already. I enjoy classes, I really do, but they give me so much work.
Funeral arrangements shall be mixed up in a hat, from which three will be chosen and combined.
I'd like to chase this paper further, but these damn classes keep demanding I do work for them. How am I supposed to learn anything if I keep getting assigned work? It'll be over soon, though. I'll come crawling out of this university a torn and bloodied man, clutching in my blistered fingers the burned shreds of my Writing Arts BA.
Perhaps I can arrange for that photo after graduation.
Ug.
It's been a long semester already. I enjoy classes, I really do, but they give me so much work.