YES YES YES OH YES! GO ME!!!!
Mar. 31st, 2005 05:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ruSo.
One of the classes I'm currently taking is a class on analyzing style. It's kinda neat--we get to learn things about how to figure out what politicians *really* say and when they're not thinking and how advertisement uses language and how the language can reflect a piece of writing and so on. That part? Way cool. The hard as HECK part though is when we have to do our own analyses. There's four small ones and one big one for the final, and we can pick whatever piece of writing we want to do to analyze. So far, we've done a grammatical analysis and a diction analysis, which of course, duh, focus on grammar and diction. So, for the first essay I did a bit on the Hitchhiker's Guide. I did my analysis, which I think thought-wise was fairly decent(especially since I did the obligatory display it to the class and got feedback). I got it back. I got a C.
Cue me being horribly depressed. I seriously can't remember the last time I got a grade on an essay that was lower than a B, and having suddenly been slapped with one caused me to have horrible little thoughts. Maybe I'm not that great of a writer. Maybe I'm not good enough for a creative writing minor. Maybe I'm a horrible writer and I should never write anything serious again. Maybe I'm not insightful. Maybe the only thing I'll ever be good for is chucking out scientific lab reports. In short, I was very unhappy and unsure of myself.
Even so, I resolved to try and do better on the diction analysis. I go to the professor and talk with him both about what I did wrong and how to handle the next paper. He also gives me a set of exercises to do(since apparently one of my issues was I was having trouble with, you know, my commas, and all that.), which I do diligently. So I do those, and I work my little tush off on the diction analysis. I finish it, and hand it in.
Cue me now being horribly worried. I was seriously terrified about how I did on this paper, and I've been fretting for the past couple weeks on it. I finally got it back today when I went to go talk to my prof about the third analysis, and he decided to give it back to me then. I take a look at my grade. It's an A+.
A FRICKIN A+. HELL YEAH!! Cue me striking a pose in the prof's office that's VERY similar to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
neherenia's triumphant baby icon!!! Not ONLY did I get one of the two A+'s in the class, but my prof said that if I was willing, he'd like to use it as a model paper for future students. HOLY FRICKIN' COW. GO ME!!
Now of course I have the next analysis, the metaphor analysis, to worry about, but for right now I think I'll revel in being joyously triumphant that I beat that paper down like it was egg batter! Or something. EITHER WAY. YAY. <3 <3
One of the classes I'm currently taking is a class on analyzing style. It's kinda neat--we get to learn things about how to figure out what politicians *really* say and when they're not thinking and how advertisement uses language and how the language can reflect a piece of writing and so on. That part? Way cool. The hard as HECK part though is when we have to do our own analyses. There's four small ones and one big one for the final, and we can pick whatever piece of writing we want to do to analyze. So far, we've done a grammatical analysis and a diction analysis, which of course, duh, focus on grammar and diction. So, for the first essay I did a bit on the Hitchhiker's Guide. I did my analysis, which I think thought-wise was fairly decent(especially since I did the obligatory display it to the class and got feedback). I got it back. I got a C.
Cue me being horribly depressed. I seriously can't remember the last time I got a grade on an essay that was lower than a B, and having suddenly been slapped with one caused me to have horrible little thoughts. Maybe I'm not that great of a writer. Maybe I'm not good enough for a creative writing minor. Maybe I'm a horrible writer and I should never write anything serious again. Maybe I'm not insightful. Maybe the only thing I'll ever be good for is chucking out scientific lab reports. In short, I was very unhappy and unsure of myself.
Even so, I resolved to try and do better on the diction analysis. I go to the professor and talk with him both about what I did wrong and how to handle the next paper. He also gives me a set of exercises to do(since apparently one of my issues was I was having trouble with, you know, my commas, and all that.), which I do diligently. So I do those, and I work my little tush off on the diction analysis. I finish it, and hand it in.
Cue me now being horribly worried. I was seriously terrified about how I did on this paper, and I've been fretting for the past couple weeks on it. I finally got it back today when I went to go talk to my prof about the third analysis, and he decided to give it back to me then. I take a look at my grade. It's an A+.
A FRICKIN A+. HELL YEAH!! Cue me striking a pose in the prof's office that's VERY similar to
neherenia's triumphant baby icon!!! Not ONLY did I get one of the two A+'s in the class, but my prof said that if I was willing, he'd like to use it as a model paper for future students. HOLY FRICKIN' COW. GO ME!!Now of course I have the next analysis, the metaphor analysis, to worry about, but for right now I think I'll revel in being joyously triumphant that I beat that paper down like it was egg batter! Or something. EITHER WAY. YAY. <3 <3