Classes

Classes started a few weeks ago. I’m taking phonetics II… my karmic friend (I don’t like it and I haven’t practice dictations in a while) and Integral (it is a mix between History, Literature and Writing – I’m not completely sure about this one… for now I like it =) )

The second subject is a little more complicated than the usual subjects. The instructors do not ask for any type of writing in particular. They gives us some guidelines but we are free to ignore them… in a certain way, they are asking us to “intervene” text in any creative way(this is the moment in which the word fan fictions pops in my head).

I’m certainly at odds with all of this freedom in writing. I love to write but in college, writing is so limited and constricted by instructors’ rules that any type of freedom is unsettling.

Whatever thing writing that comes from this experiment will be shared here… as soon as the classes are over. I don’t want to have any problems with plagiarism even if it is from my own work =P

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Helpful article about “The vagueness”

Great article! it’s helpful even if you are not writing a thesis. Academic writing can be a real challenge for ESL and EFL writers. (me included). I’m definitely adding this site to my following list!!

Dear Readers. Shaun Lehmann, Katherine Firth (of the Research Voodoo blog) and I are currently in the process of writing a new book for Open University Press called ‘Writing Trouble’. The proposed book evolved out of our work on the Thesis Bootcamp program, a writing intervention originally designed by Peta Freestone and Liam Connell. Over […]

via The vagueness problem in academic writing — The Thesis Whisperer

A lot of questions and no answers

Ok… this is a kind of situation that I have never encounter before.

A few days ago, I sat for an oral exam. The girl next to me was really nervous, but that is completely normal. When the oral exam began, the professor asked the girl a question. The girl answered, a very shaky answer but I does not really matter. At of the blue the professor ask the girl to explain an example he provided (with a clear sexual implication.) The girl got even more nervous and answered the professor about the example avoiding the implication. She gave him a different context to the example making it sound sarcastic. However, the professor did not accept her answer and began questioning her further on trying to elicit  the implication he wanted to hear. The girl, who did not want to play his game,  refused to answer. But he kept on…. and the girl started crying (she was now having a panic attack.) The professor was now really pissed and (probably because another professor entered the room) he stopped his assault and change the topic. At this point the girl could not control anymore and stopped him and left the room crying uncontrollably.

I was in the room the whole time. I felt so powerless. I knew the girl was really nervous and it was hard for her to answer the professor’s questions. However, I cannot understand the professor’s obsession to make her answer with the context that he wanted. The girl’s answer was possible but he was dead set to make her talk about the sexual connotation.  What it is more, when he mentioned the same example in class, no one laughed.   At the end he made a girl had a nervous breakdown and when it was my turn to talk he never let me finish a single sentence. We ended up being affected by the whole situation and he did not got his way. Or his only goal was to make the girl cry her eyes out?

So many questions and no answers to any of them. This was more than unfortunate situation… this was…. I don’t know. … I simply don’t know.

Where are you March?

March ended, and I feel that I haven’t post at all. Yes, classes began two weeks ago and it’s hard to get used to it. In the end, the week ends to be a long sequence of the same things: the long hours sitting in the classroom, the long waits in the xerox room to get a copy of all the professors booklets, all the planning to get to class in time with the bus arriving late, the weekly planning of outfits and make up, and -the most important part- the studying sessions and all the note taking to have everything read and analyzed before class… and yoga which helps you to relax and unwind, and makes you sweat like crazy -the best part-.

I’m not really complaining (well… maybe about the bus… definitely, I’m complaining about the bus… and the stationery store that was close at 3pm and I wanted to buy a color pen.)

Sometimes life is not so boring and tedious… until you write about it and you realized that maybe it is. However, I kind of like my life right now. It has more meaning than three years ago. Even if your doctors tell you to life you life normally, follow their “advice” is pretty hard and you end up spending a lot of time until you get the hang of it. I never really have any hang on life so I’m kind of lost here, but I think I’m slowly getting use to this rodeo. I hope I don’t find out that this was a circus and not a rodeo.

College, classes, and so on

Classes began this morning. Usually, the first week, the atmosphere in the classroom is relaxed. Everyone is trying to get used to work and study again, so they are not in a rush. However, it seems that the teacher did not get the memo and he rushed us throughout several dozens of new concepts no one had any idea they existed.

A happy me or, more precisely, an unhappy and extremely confused me did not have any of the material that the teacher was making reference to. Therefore, my week will have as main mission getting the material (a hazard task per se) and studying it so that I can have a beautiful set of notes ready for next Monday. I hope tomorrow´s classes do not follow the same pattern.