My soul just died a little
A little back history, I've been working in the writer's center at Wilkes, for about a 3-4 weeks now and I've help a total of two people thus far. One of those people I got today. Here beginith the story. This girl came in and told me her professor had told her to come here and hse gave me the paper. It had a 42 out of 100 and I thought "okay we can work on this, probably just grammer and what not." Dear christ. It was about a five page paper and it took me about an 45 mins to get through it and I'm a fast reader! And usually we meet with students for no more than 20 minutes. First off she was overly repetitive, to the point were whole paragraphs did not make sense. Secondly, I'm pretty sure her thesis wasn't actually a thesis(it was a science topic and that is not my strong suit). Thirdly, there were run on sentences and fragments out the ass. And about half the sentences didn't make sense, so I rewrote them for her, even though we're not exactly suppose to do that. Somethings I just put brakets around and wrote "reword" or "remove". She didn't know how to do citations or anything about MLA formatting. And my god, there was absolutely no STRUCTURE!!!!! I mean I could tell she wrote this the night before it was due, at the earliest and did not proof read at all. I just realized that I am a huge dork for feeling the need to write this. But yeah, my soul is wimpering in a dark corner right now, trying to tell itself that everything will be alright. It's just HOW DID SHE GET INTO COLLEGE?!? OR EVEN GRADUATE HIGH SCHOOLS, DO THEY TEACH STUDENTS NOTHING?!?!? ARG!