So I’ve been pondering ways of going about this required blog entry. It needs to be some kind of workout for our essay #2. We’re to put our ideas through some extreme cardio to knock the flab off of them. I’m actually outlining this essay, which is not always how I write. No, I am not going to put my outline up here. That would not be entertaining at all. In my opinion, blogs need to have some entertainment value as well as being “in conversation” with what we’re doing in class.
I already posted a couple of leads. I guess I could do that again to up the word count on this homework blog, but I won’t. So what should I make of this blog? I could vomit out a shitty rough draft. But my rough draft’s aren’t shitty, not when I do a proper outline. And I don’t want to write the paper twice so why post it as a blog? Oh Lord Jesus, this blog comes at an inconvenient time! I’d rather write about things other than essay #2.
But we have to do this. I suppose I could write about how I found my sources and stuff. That’s riveting. Okay, I found them online. Next! I don’t know if I’m making a tasty evidence sandwich or not. I’m going to focus more on my opinion and living examples rather than quoting my sources, though I am going to incorporate them better this time.
It’s always been tough for me(Oh, Tough, not that guy again!) to write academic papers. I can do it, but I’m never satisfied with the results. At heart, I’m a story writer. The stories can be true or fiction, but that realm is where I’m most uncomfortable. I can’t keep my personality out of the way to really just present the sober facts. Or just stay sober long enough? That’s a whole different tale…
An academic paper with annotated sources and signal phrases and all that jazz just doesn’t feel like me to me. I’d rather lay in a couple more funny lines than give up valuable paragraph real estate to a dry quote. I’m a much better feature writer or opinion writer than a news writer is what I’m saying, I guess. And I’m sure I’m only one of millions of students who feel that way. Part of my mind always rebels against the structure and content required of a research paper. So I try to forge my own way as much as I can. I tend to tack on required sources as a chore. Writing for me is something I do for fun! I still had fun writing our first essay for instance. But I felt like having to integrate Tough or Robinson was the work part. To me, my story was fine without those guys butting in. After all, they weren’t there when I was living the tale.
Of course, essay #2 is an entirely different beast. We’re not relating our own story this time but creating a paper that tackles a particular issue and we need to pull in outside sources to provide context and clarity. I mean, I could just say America’s going down the toilet and here’s why I think that, but that wouldn’t be a good paper. (Well, it could be…) But no, for this paper we actually want to think about our angle deeply and thoroughly and put it through the wringer. Find a couple sources that we think informs or conforms to our point of view and splatter them onto a page. It’s all very academic and professional. It’s our point of view, but not necessarily an opinion. More of an inquiry into what we think of a situation facing our country today. Which, yeah, is an opinion. I mean that we’re trying to not just write about our opinion but find sources that back it up. Yeah, that’s what I mean. In other words, a goddamn opinion. Disguised as a research paper. Right.
I need you to get your shit together, Dylan.
Sorry, Mr. Zakaria. I would never take your work frivolously. You’re just a different kind of writer than me. I’m trying. I’m going to try real hard on this paper and take it seriously. Just don’t stare at me like that. You’re looking into my soul and I don’t like it. I’ll buckle down. I’ll write a good paper. I’ll make you proud. You’ll be so proud to be mentioned in my paper. I won’t let you down, Mr. Zakaria. Just look away…stop staring at
What do you want with me? I said I would do my best. Don’t you have any faith in me? Please, Mr. Zakaria. Stop haunting my blogs. I’ll get an exorcist or a ghost hunter or whatever. Just to make you stop….
Or I’ll just write essay #2 and never have to see you or hear you or read about you ever, ever again.
826 words; 9PM; 8/15/13