Image via WikipediaI've spent the last few minutes trying to decompress from finishing my paper, and I can tell that I'm probably not going to get to sleep just yet (only one class today, at 12:30PM, so I may get a nap before then). I was thinking about the peer review I got on my draft (a bunch of useless, single-word answers to analytic questions), which made me think about the paper I reviewed. The guy who wrote it (and who reviewed my draft) always shows up to class, but he doesn't take any notes, and his draft was only around 5 pages long. It made mine look like a masterpiece -- his thesis made no sense (the topic was sustainability) and wasn't arguable, as far as I could see. After that was introduced, if you can call what he had an introduction, he had a bunch of random quotations (from people he didn't introduce), and he didn't discuss them at all, just went on to making some points-- or trying to. It made me crazy: after 8 weeks of researching and thinking and writing, this was the best he could do? It was supposed to be a second or third draft, but it barely qualified as prewriting. How does he think he's going to pass the course. From now on, every time I think that I'm getting obsessive about school, I am going to remember him as the perfect example of how not to succeed.
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