I just trying to help.
I am a better writer than this kid called... uh, let's call him SNP.
We did a peer editing. The point of a peer edit is to help your peers... edit? And improve, yea?
Well, I do just that. I'm a good writer when it comes to formal essays, (and my personal work is just as good /vanity)
I write comments. Lots and lots of comments, pointing out errors and stuff, making sure that when I finally do up the overall grade, I'm backed up as to why I gave him that. I worked hard on trying to help SNP improve.
And what to I get? The paper, when I return it to him, thrown at my head, a storming SNP-temper-tantrum, calling me b----, wh-----, know-it-all XXX, smarty pants thinks-I'm-better-than-everyone-else.
Well, SNP, I'm not better than anyone else, I just happen to be better than you at writing. Gods, I can't believe I spend a frickin 40 minutes of my life editing for that worthless, ungrateful little narfing narfnarf.
So now he's complaining to all his friends which-happen-to-also-be-my-friends about what an absolute little bju094698ju I am.
That makes me... angry.
((By the way I gave him a 77 on his essay. It sucked. Just like his personality.))
Sygl · Sat Mar 07, 2009 @ 03:06am · 0 Comments |