'Nothing is more real than nothing' and atoms
The way Niv closes his marker's comments to a rather nasty paper to which he awarded a Pass: If you can give more attention to the shape and style of your work I think you will find yourself with a clearer and critically potent view of the material
I'm such a nice guy. If you ever receive a fifty-five percent from your assessor and they finish with a comment like this, know that that feeling in your heart that this might just be a closeted threat of retaliation if the next essay is just as horrible is quite true.
What can't people reference sufficiently? Is this not the age old problem facing assessors of written assessment throughout the ages. I'm pretty sure it drove Democritus, the last head of the Academy, to derive two kinds of nothingness from existence: there is the sort of everyday nothingness of shitty student essays, and then there's the sort of ecclesiastic nothingness of the essay regime itself; the false snobbery of those 'in the know', the assessors themselves.
Assessment really is the atomic individual's self-flagellation. It's the way anyone can get anything from it, a way to get It from it; a little bit of jouissance, a little bit of something, objet petite a.
Marking always puts me in such a nice mood...
The throat has stopped scratching, and my voice has returned from its brief vacation. Yesterday I watched Requiem For A Dream and Platoon back to back. Excessive Hollywood cinema on a Saturday is suitably tasteless. Marking on a Sunday is just dandy... *stares into space*
*continues staring*
~Niveau
I'm such a nice guy. If you ever receive a fifty-five percent from your assessor and they finish with a comment like this, know that that feeling in your heart that this might just be a closeted threat of retaliation if the next essay is just as horrible is quite true.
What can't people reference sufficiently? Is this not the age old problem facing assessors of written assessment throughout the ages. I'm pretty sure it drove Democritus, the last head of the Academy, to derive two kinds of nothingness from existence: there is the sort of everyday nothingness of shitty student essays, and then there's the sort of ecclesiastic nothingness of the essay regime itself; the false snobbery of those 'in the know', the assessors themselves.
Assessment really is the atomic individual's self-flagellation. It's the way anyone can get anything from it, a way to get It from it; a little bit of jouissance, a little bit of something, objet petite a.
Marking always puts me in such a nice mood...
The throat has stopped scratching, and my voice has returned from its brief vacation. Yesterday I watched Requiem For A Dream and Platoon back to back. Excessive Hollywood cinema on a Saturday is suitably tasteless. Marking on a Sunday is just dandy... *stares into space*
*continues staring*
~Niveau