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Every year every history class beings like so*: A small paper, the type a teacher routinely skims, is assigned. I get say, a 4/5 on this paper, and have to debase myself so far as to ask where that point went because the class has so few of them to go around. Professor looks uncomfortable and mentions my sentences were too long/some other banal Freshman thing about writing you tend to ignore when your life consists of creative and Hardcore Academic writing. Teacher gives you better grades rest of semester b/c teacher now forced to Actually Read your Stupid Ass Essay and admit that sentences have fine flow and you cannot be penalized for being too fucking old for the neat, intellectually morribund High School 5 Paragraph Essay.


It's just really enraging that teachers don't read the stupid piddly thing they've given you to do and must be forcibly informed that 1) you're not a sloppy writer, you're in fact, smart and 2) you should be graded as such. It just shows how arbitrary the entire grading process is in that regard. Kind of wish we would do the Hamilton thing and adopt some more meaningful measure of intellectual progress.

* Unless it's a Large Paper that's assigned first, on which I generally get a satisfactory grade because I had the space to develop an idea and Oh My God I Loathe Tiny Bullshit Assignments.