English professor has class of 15. English professor gives class, last Wednesday, final exam. Final exam is 15 essays, in three groups of four and one group of three.
Essays are due by 7 pm Monday night. Professor must hand in grades by Tuesday 7 pm. He will have at most 210 essays to grade after Monday at 7, because I spent four hours tonight doing them all. 5500 words. Beats my record of “words I didn’t want to write” by over 2,000.
It took me about two hours to write my out-of-class paper for this class, and an hour for him to do a “scant” job of correcting/grading it.
I did a not-too-bad job of writing this one, which is to say four hours on 15 essays. What the hell, let’s say five hours, because four doesn’t bode well for my final grade. So at that rate, it will take him two and a half hours to grade my paper, which means that unless he is awake right now grading papers, or the people who wrote BOOKS for their OOC papers do not write books this time (one woman had, I shit you not, thirty pages), he is both S&M.
15 essays and 5500 words? That’s an incredibly paltry 370 words per. In some cases it was more “thoughtful consideration” than essay. I’ve written essays four times that size. But it needed to be done, because today (Monday . . . ::whimper: I have work from 7 to 3:30 and shit to do after then.
I have put this project online so those of you who know how I can write when I try see how much of this was running on fumes. I make no promises for the overall quality, except that the essay on Frost is decent and the one on Prufrock, since I wrote it separately, is partly decent as well.
Since I’ve already submitted it to the professor (in two installments; it was too big to go in one email) there’s no real sense in telling me what to change, though given the dopers here I’ve corrected in the past I’m almost expecting someone to find a misplaced apostrophe and come running back, only to find me armed with pruning shears ready to . . . And since I’m about || this close to falling asleep I’ve basically lost my dose of sanity for the week. Airman Doors prevented me from losing any more. Great friend to have if you’re ever in need, or if you aren’t.
So if you have any corrections, feel free to email them to IDGARA@goaway.com If you have similar stories to share, please do.
And in honor of Nocturne’s role in all this (being irresistible so I’d chat with her instead of writing my Project), I am calling my professor the following:
fuckdropping.
I know it does not have the . . . biting wit of a jarbabyjism, or the passé quality of a shitfelcher, but it is a quarter of five AM and I am still awake and will have to wake up in less than two hours. I’m sure my fellow pitizens will deal. Or not, in which case tough.
::collapses on keyboard::