hey jaunty
2009-03-04 11:37 p.m.
I've been reading/grading papers for the same class two quarters in a row now - Transnational Gangs. I'm a verifiable expert now, not going to lie. When Ryan was studying for the midterm this quarter, I did my best to help him out. Things he learned from our study session:
1. the phrase "cut a bitch"
2. how to make a shiv out of a toothbrush
3. the living conditions of a maximum security prison
4. the colors of Nortenos and Surenos
5. that you hang a blue flag on the left side cos yeah, that's the Crip side
Scintillating stuff, innit?
I picked up maybe 100 or more term papers to grade over the next week and a half. It shouldn't be too bad. It's a simple assignment really, and if you can't get at least a B on it, you shouldn't be in college. Alas, I've been giving out Cs left and right. I don't know if I'm just a bitch or not, and Tom's making me sound like it.
I caught my first case of plagiarism!
Is it awful that I was excited? It just makes me feel so responsible and like a good employee. I was explaining the situation to Ryan, and he looked through my notes on a few papers. He freaked out when he saw the flood of red on nearly every paper. I might be too meticulous about things... but I can't help but sit there and rewrite the papers when I find errors. It's a weird copy editor soul inside of me that I guess I never knew.
Anyways, student in question lifted entire sentences from not only one source, but three. One was an honors thesis that I easily found on google! She didn't even bother to go crazy with the thesaurus - which never works out to make sense, but at least it saves your ass in terms of plagiarism. She didn't reword or paraphrase, nuffink. She dug her grave, as far as I'm concerned. Tom tried to talk me into being lenient but as we've established, I'm heartless.
But apparently not, because lately I've morphed into a vaguely emotional (aka very emotional by my standards) monster that is straight off the pages of "He's Just Not That Into You" - "hey jaunty" for shorter, future reference. Ever since that damn Charolastra Manifesto, it's been downhill. Well, not downhill. As Tom objectively (if a bit harshly) put it:
seijinokuma: your status quo = single
seijinokuma: if it fails
seijinokuma: you maintain the status quo
seijinokuma: if it works, you got a nongay guy
seijinokuma: cant lose
seijinokuma: it's good that you found a guy who actually likes your body, lol
I've just turned neurotic, is all. And not the adorable kind, i.e. Woody Allen's muses. Actually, Scarlett Johanssen is not adorable, and doesn't pull off neurotic. Exclude her from my optimal fantasy personality.
Sigh. I never thought I'd be the kind of girl to "sigh".
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