In my freshmen year of college, I got stuck in the bonehead english class because they gave me my test at 8am and I'd been up since 6 doing a SPANISH test. My poor brain wasn't able to switch over.
But I really didn't belong in the class and the teacher, bless her heart, realized it in the first 20 minutes. From there on out, I became the secondary TA. She gave me people's essays to mark.
Each essay, all two pages or so, took me between 30 mins and an hour to do, and when I was done, it was COVERED with little scribbled notes and suggestions. There were people who would not allow anyone but me to mark their papers because I was A) good at it and B) nonjudgemental. I'd offer as much praise of what I liked as suggestions of what should be changed.
I would have liked to be in a more advanced class that honed my writing skills a bit more, but at least I was able to learn a lot about editing.
(Passive voice is my greatest writing sin. That, and a strangling number of adjectives.)
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Date: 2005-12-13 05:53 pm (UTC)But I really didn't belong in the class and the teacher, bless her heart, realized it in the first 20 minutes. From there on out, I became the secondary TA. She gave me people's essays to mark.
Each essay, all two pages or so, took me between 30 mins and an hour to do, and when I was done, it was COVERED with little scribbled notes and suggestions. There were people who would not allow anyone but me to mark their papers because I was A) good at it and B) nonjudgemental. I'd offer as much praise of what I liked as suggestions of what should be changed.
I would have liked to be in a more advanced class that honed my writing skills a bit more, but at least I was able to learn a lot about editing.
(Passive voice is my greatest writing sin. That, and a strangling number of adjectives.)