My favorite class was one I took on Arthurian Literature, for several reasons: 1) I had read Le Morte d'Arthur one summer as a seventh grader, so I had a leg up on my class, 2) I got an A despite the professor being a complete battle axe 3) The book was once again thrilling to read 4) for some reason I was the only dude in a class of 29. Fucking awesome!
Anyways, I wrote a paper titled The Complexity of Arthur; a paper I have no desire to read but in looking at the prof's typed notes at the end I see that some things never change:
Your writing style is colloquial (the way we speak in casual situations) + wordyNumber one, of course she was right - no matter what the forum, I think I've always written as I speak, which drove some professors crazy while others loved it, and I never miss a chance to use 100 words when 10 will do. Probably a gift from my mother, who wasn't satisfied until she told the same story 4 times in a row. It's who I am. And yes I was gonna do a copy and paste here with that last sentence, but I know you people have lives to lead, so you're welcome.
So just now I'm kinda chuckling, remembering her getting after me about my "colloquial" style every time I turned in a paper, to which I'd be like well, it's the best paper in this class and I best be gettin' an A, when it dawns on me that in that comment she actually took the time to type out what "colloquial" meant!!!! Good lord....a 400-level class, in which I got an A and would DOMINATE the daily discussions, and after she wrote the word she actually thought to herself "you know, I better LITERALLY SPELL OUT WHAT THIS WORD MEANS for this idiot."
Fucking priceless.
I should call her up, have a laugh about it. But, she's prolly morte. C'est la vie!!!
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