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MY SEMESTER IS OVER OH THANK GOD.
That last week was awful, though. I understand that the end of the semester means everyone's just DONE. I was DONE, too. But that doesn't mean I'm doing your work for you.
Like, one girl, she's been in a lot this term. I love her; she's a darling, and she's smart. Well, when she's not writing, anyway.
But this paper she did, the same one I ranted about the one woman over in my last entry ... *sigh* I corrected her paper half a dozen times and gave it back to her again and again and again and told her what to do.
She got it back--she'd gotten a D. Now, first, she says this is MY fault. Uh, no. Looking at the prof's corrections, most of them are things I corrected out or told her to fix. That's not my fault that she didn't do it. Then, she wants help fixing it. I told her to correct it herself, then I'd help her make sure it was right, because it is not my job to do it for her. She didn't really do it, but whatever. It's not my grade.
Wednesday, she came in, and my friend Amanda was there, waiting on me to finish work to go to the movies. I had others to help, and this student kept whining at me to help her. I gave her ideas for how to fix her paper, but she just whined that it was WORK and couldn't I do it for her? I flat out said no, she needs to learn to do it herself. So she turned to Amanda. Amanda, who said EXACTLY THE SAME THINGS I SAID TO HER. I called her out on that, too. Because if two native English speakers are telling you to do something to improve your paper, you should do it.
She didn't, by the way. She turned it in crappier than the first time and she tried to guilt me into feeling bad. I don't. She also said she's NEVER writing another research paper again, to which Amanda and I busted up laughing, because this is America. Almost every class wants research papers.
And then there was this bloke who came in. I've never seen him before, so clearly he's coming into tutoring because two days before finals is the best time to admit you're fucked, right? His research paper was even worse, though. He didn't cite anything. I asked where he got his info. He said "the internet." I asked him if he knew how big the internet was. News flash--it's HUGE. -.- So he's gonna fail, too; it was apparently due at 4pm Thursday, and he came in at 1pm. What he had wasn't awful, but he needed to cite sources and explain why his facts supported his thesis ... yeah, no.
WHO COMES IN TWO DAYS TO THE END OF TERM TO ASK FOR HELP? THAT IS ALMOST THE DUMBEST THING ANYONE COULD POSSIBLY DO, SHORT OF NOT COMING IN AT ALL AND FAILING WITHOUT TRYING. 'CAUSE THAT'S SORT OF WHAT HAPPENED ANYWAY. *facepalm*
And then the girl who keeps calling me fat. I realise it's a cultural thing, but I also keep telling her you don't say that to people in America, because if you say that to the wrong person you're gonna get hurt. I'm secure in my weight; I'm NOT fat and I know that--I'm just not Vietnamese-skinny, either. But anyway, she came in a lot this week to have help for her final. She was given a packet with a story in it, and was told to final reasoning fallacies and be able to explain them. No books or notes, but allowed to mark up the article to take in. I told her to write EVERYTHING SHE COULD on that paper, because if you're allowed to take something in, make damn sure it'll cover anything you might encounter.
She ... didn't. She kept telling me to find those fallacies for her. I explained that even if I point out every fallacy in that article, it won't do her any good because I'm not the one taking the test! She needs to be able to explain her reasoning on why those are fallacies; even if I point out that X is a straw man and Y is begging the question, it won't mean anything!
So went my Wednesday and Thursday.
Friday was better, though. My last day of term, and it was SLOW. Like, so slow that I wrote fic and half-proctored a Spanish exam (thankfully I wasn't required to answer any questions, since I took French in high school, and no Spanish since, either), but that meant I got food. They had a party, with fresh pulled braised pork tacos and homemade flan. *dies* And one of my students brought me a Starbucks gift card. That brings my gift card total for the whole semester to $50 in Starbucks, $10 in Costco, and $10 in Target. That's not counting all the food I get. And that student wonders why I'm fat. ;)
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So last night my new computer crapped out. It wouldn't charge. Best Buy was awesome, though. They were like "We have to send it off to fix it; it'll be two weeks to get it back." I said that's not acceptable; I paid for the super BB warranty specifically because I can't not have a computer. The guy was like "It's policy!" and after back and forth on that, I apologised for snapping, because I know it's not his fault policy sucks, but it's really not acceptable for me to not have a computer for two weeks. So he spoke to a manager, and even though I'm past the exchange date (it's not MY fault it decided to crap out more than 15 days after I bought it!), he'd let me exchange it. So I have the same computer, just a different one.
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Also, I did write fic. I have two Kingsman fics to post. One still needs a title, but I'll post them anyway, even though I dunno if anyone here aside from the people I already speak to about it are in the fandom, lol.
That last week was awful, though. I understand that the end of the semester means everyone's just DONE. I was DONE, too. But that doesn't mean I'm doing your work for you.
Like, one girl, she's been in a lot this term. I love her; she's a darling, and she's smart. Well, when she's not writing, anyway.
But this paper she did, the same one I ranted about the one woman over in my last entry ... *sigh* I corrected her paper half a dozen times and gave it back to her again and again and again and told her what to do.
She got it back--she'd gotten a D. Now, first, she says this is MY fault. Uh, no. Looking at the prof's corrections, most of them are things I corrected out or told her to fix. That's not my fault that she didn't do it. Then, she wants help fixing it. I told her to correct it herself, then I'd help her make sure it was right, because it is not my job to do it for her. She didn't really do it, but whatever. It's not my grade.
Wednesday, she came in, and my friend Amanda was there, waiting on me to finish work to go to the movies. I had others to help, and this student kept whining at me to help her. I gave her ideas for how to fix her paper, but she just whined that it was WORK and couldn't I do it for her? I flat out said no, she needs to learn to do it herself. So she turned to Amanda. Amanda, who said EXACTLY THE SAME THINGS I SAID TO HER. I called her out on that, too. Because if two native English speakers are telling you to do something to improve your paper, you should do it.
She didn't, by the way. She turned it in crappier than the first time and she tried to guilt me into feeling bad. I don't. She also said she's NEVER writing another research paper again, to which Amanda and I busted up laughing, because this is America. Almost every class wants research papers.
And then there was this bloke who came in. I've never seen him before, so clearly he's coming into tutoring because two days before finals is the best time to admit you're fucked, right? His research paper was even worse, though. He didn't cite anything. I asked where he got his info. He said "the internet." I asked him if he knew how big the internet was. News flash--it's HUGE. -.- So he's gonna fail, too; it was apparently due at 4pm Thursday, and he came in at 1pm. What he had wasn't awful, but he needed to cite sources and explain why his facts supported his thesis ... yeah, no.
WHO COMES IN TWO DAYS TO THE END OF TERM TO ASK FOR HELP? THAT IS ALMOST THE DUMBEST THING ANYONE COULD POSSIBLY DO, SHORT OF NOT COMING IN AT ALL AND FAILING WITHOUT TRYING. 'CAUSE THAT'S SORT OF WHAT HAPPENED ANYWAY. *facepalm*
And then the girl who keeps calling me fat. I realise it's a cultural thing, but I also keep telling her you don't say that to people in America, because if you say that to the wrong person you're gonna get hurt. I'm secure in my weight; I'm NOT fat and I know that--I'm just not Vietnamese-skinny, either. But anyway, she came in a lot this week to have help for her final. She was given a packet with a story in it, and was told to final reasoning fallacies and be able to explain them. No books or notes, but allowed to mark up the article to take in. I told her to write EVERYTHING SHE COULD on that paper, because if you're allowed to take something in, make damn sure it'll cover anything you might encounter.
She ... didn't. She kept telling me to find those fallacies for her. I explained that even if I point out every fallacy in that article, it won't do her any good because I'm not the one taking the test! She needs to be able to explain her reasoning on why those are fallacies; even if I point out that X is a straw man and Y is begging the question, it won't mean anything!
So went my Wednesday and Thursday.
Friday was better, though. My last day of term, and it was SLOW. Like, so slow that I wrote fic and half-proctored a Spanish exam (thankfully I wasn't required to answer any questions, since I took French in high school, and no Spanish since, either), but that meant I got food. They had a party, with fresh pulled braised pork tacos and homemade flan. *dies* And one of my students brought me a Starbucks gift card. That brings my gift card total for the whole semester to $50 in Starbucks, $10 in Costco, and $10 in Target. That's not counting all the food I get. And that student wonders why I'm fat. ;)
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So last night my new computer crapped out. It wouldn't charge. Best Buy was awesome, though. They were like "We have to send it off to fix it; it'll be two weeks to get it back." I said that's not acceptable; I paid for the super BB warranty specifically because I can't not have a computer. The guy was like "It's policy!" and after back and forth on that, I apologised for snapping, because I know it's not his fault policy sucks, but it's really not acceptable for me to not have a computer for two weeks. So he spoke to a manager, and even though I'm past the exchange date (it's not MY fault it decided to crap out more than 15 days after I bought it!), he'd let me exchange it. So I have the same computer, just a different one.
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Also, I did write fic. I have two Kingsman fics to post. One still needs a title, but I'll post them anyway, even though I dunno if anyone here aside from the people I already speak to about it are in the fandom, lol.