When I was going to Drexel, everyone was required to take three Humanities classes. The classes were Humanities 101, 102, 103 and they were relatively stupid. 101 and 102 were the same for everyone. They covered things like basic composition. Actually, that’s all they were about. They were boring and having come from a highschool where the writings of everyone I ever read there were at least coherent and relatively well crafted, workshopping the pieces of people who could clearly speak English but couldn’t seem to write it down was quite aggravating. I became known for bringing a red pen to class and decimating the drafts of people’s essays. I was nice about it in that I often rewrote people’s thesis paragraphs and such, so, you know, less work for them. I think they all got A’s so no particular bitterness ensued.
A Very Long Post About Laughing at Stuff
A Very Long Post About Laughing at Stuff
A Very Long Post About Laughing at Stuff
When I was going to Drexel, everyone was required to take three Humanities classes. The classes were Humanities 101, 102, 103 and they were relatively stupid. 101 and 102 were the same for everyone. They covered things like basic composition. Actually, that’s all they were about. They were boring and having come from a highschool where the writings of everyone I ever read there were at least coherent and relatively well crafted, workshopping the pieces of people who could clearly speak English but couldn’t seem to write it down was quite aggravating. I became known for bringing a red pen to class and decimating the drafts of people’s essays. I was nice about it in that I often rewrote people’s thesis paragraphs and such, so, you know, less work for them. I think they all got A’s so no particular bitterness ensued.