I'm going to hope that this is one of those situations where they'd rather you write a good paper than EXACTLY hit the page requirement, because even with the not-entirely-necessary material, it's going to be about a page too short, I think.
Page requirements on papers are the bane of my existence. I feel like I'm being punished for being able to write succinctly and fit all of the information I need in less space than they want me to fill. I even got a bad grade on the final in one of my freshman-year classes because "[my] answers, while not wrong per se, were shorter than those of [my] classmates" (actual words from e-mail sent to me by jackass TA).
If you're really desperate, you can always crank up the spacing on a double-spaced paper to 2.1 - it doesn't look different enough for the grader to really notice it, but damn does it make a difference.
My TA is a sweetheart, so I think he would be okay with it, but I'm not sure if he's grading it, or if the three TA's are grading each others' classes, or if the professor is grading them.
I do that all the time when I need to bump up the page numbers a bit.
I hate that. I got a perfect score on the paper, but the prof took of 8 out of 40 points just because I didn't completely fill 6 pages.
*changes spacing*
My art history professor wants us to go to the museum to see one painting and write one sentence on it. Please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks that is more than slightly ridiculous, especially since I just went to the museum on Saturday and have a paper due next week.
*will look it up online*
Wow, that DID help. *feels deviant*
Just got into another fight on the main board. whoops.
One paper down, four to go. :-/
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I'm eating chocolate before dinner. Why?
I'm avoiding studying for another math test which I'll most likely fail.
Broadway Legend Joined: 5/7/04
Math is the devil.
I'm bored and over-worked, so I will share a passage I liked in the book I'm reading.
My father had a sensual relationship with his books. He loved feeling them, stroking them, sniffing them. He took a physical pleasure in his books; he could not stop himself, he had to reach out and touch them, even other people's books. And books then were sexier than books today.... There wer books with gold writing on fragrant, slightly rough leather bindings, that gave you goodflesh when you touched them, as though you were groping something private and inaccessible, soemthing that seemed to tremble at your touch. And there were other books that were bound in cloth-covered cardboard, stuck with a glue that had a wonderful smell. Every book had its own private, provocative scent. Sometimes the cloth came away from the cardboard, like a saucy skirt, and it was hard to resist the tempation to peep into the dark space between the body and the clothing and sniff those dizzying smells...
*shrug*
I really like the language. I mean, what a way to describe a book!
Broadway Legend Joined: 5/7/04
I'm so lonely and pathetic that I have no one better to tell than a message board.
I need to get away from the computer. My eyes are killing me and I am so utterly consumed by stress that it's making me want to hurt someone. Again.
Unfortunately, I have nothing to do but write papers.
math has always been a tool of Satan!
I have to do a presentation on the guy quoted in your signature, Elphaba.
I just snacked on some Harvset Cheddar Sunchips because I didn't realize it was so close to normal dinner hours. Stupid daylight savings time confusing me.
The dining hall had terrible food tonite so I'm eating honey roasted peanuts and Mountain Dew.
The dean of the Journalism school just sat in for my magazine class professor. He said he was really impressed with my project idea to make a magazine about musical theatre, and that I should consider making a full-blown copy and possibly try to get it published for my senior capstone next year.
I am so nauseous.
That's really cool, JLC.
I tried the dining hall too. I got baby carrots and ice cream.
The sore part of my foot is a bit swollen.
Did you step on something?
Why why WHY do all of my roommate's phone conversations involve yelling?
I'm having cake for dinner.
We won the championship of that game show.
luv, it's the only good picture of him I've ever seen....
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