Basically what I tell my students, but from a non-instructor
Plenty of you have great memories of English class, and many more have terrible memories, memories of red corrective ink, of the asphyxiating five-paragraph essay, and of annotating Madame Bovary to the point of insanity.
These are the kind of lessons that are like eating brussel sprouts, or broccoli, or drinking kombucha. You don’t do it because you like it. You do it because it’s good for you.
When we turned in papers, we were required to submit all of our drafts and notes. These drafts were part of our grade. She wanted us to show that we didn’t throw something up on a text document the night before and call it a term paper. She didn’t grade us on the quality, and it wasn’t…
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