For all of you that don't have finals right now, I just spent the last 4 days sitting in front of my computer trying to write this darn paper. Talk about the Mount Everest of writer's blocks! I don't think my rear will ever feel the same.
Not to add to your stress, but just think -- if you get a bad grade on the paper, you could get a B, that would mean you might not get into the school of your choice... then you might not make as much money! You could be poor for the rest of your life all because of that paper!
There really is nothing like writing a paper in college...especially for a professor whom you admire! It is killer stuff. I watched interviews with writers on C-span one evening and I thought one of them said it best when she explained how the writing process went for her. She said I sit looking at the computer screen waiting for the light to go on in my brain until I bleed from my ears. I have had that feeling.
Often, during high school I would have my Dad look at my papers before I wrote the final draft. Oh how I hated to do that, but I knew I needed help. The process of writing had been so utterly painful because I just couldn't clarify my feelings well enough to be cogent in my papers and I knew it, but I didn't WANT to know it if you know what I mean. So I would write and then give it to Dad. I would watch his face. It usually started out "interested"...then within a page of reading, the expression would be "troubled"...then when he was turning forward and back and looking more and more confused, I began to cry because I knew it stunk, but felt it was all I could produce. After all the tears and the frustration and "I can't's", I would finally get down to really discussing my ideas and in the process I would clarify my thinking and then I could write.
However, it took lots of years and a dose of intellectual confidence to get to the point where writing was not a suicidal moment.
It's amazing to think of how many emotional traits can actually be passed from mother to child.
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Not to add to your stress, but just think -- if you get a bad grade on the paper, you could get a B, that would mean you might not get into the school of your choice... then you might not make as much money! You could be poor for the rest of your life all because of that paper!
Love,
John
Wow, I feel great now. I think I'll go jump off the JFSB.
Just kidding! At least there's always BYU custodial!
There really is nothing like writing a paper in college...especially for a professor whom you admire! It is killer stuff. I watched interviews with writers on C-span one evening and I thought one of them said it best when she explained how the writing process went for her. She said I sit looking at the computer screen waiting for the light to go on in my brain until I bleed from my ears. I have had that feeling.
Often, during high school I would have my Dad look at my papers before I wrote the final draft. Oh how I hated to do that, but I knew I needed help. The process of writing had been so utterly painful because I just couldn't clarify my feelings well enough to be cogent in my papers and I knew it, but I didn't WANT to know it if you know what I mean. So I would write and then give it to Dad. I would watch his face. It usually started out "interested"...then within a page of reading, the expression would be "troubled"...then when he was turning forward and back and looking more and more confused, I began to cry because I knew it stunk, but felt it was all I could produce. After all the tears and the frustration and "I can't's", I would finally get down to really discussing my ideas and in the process I would clarify my thinking and then I could write.
However, it took lots of years and a dose of intellectual confidence to get to the point where writing was not a suicidal moment.
It's amazing to think of how many emotional traits can actually be passed from mother to child.
Lucky Anna....MOMMA
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