I received an essay marked 37’ last Thursday!
It’s an essay about one aspect of peranakans’ culture, while my essay named “Concern about Peranakans’ Future” was commented that “You are asked to write ONE aspect of culture!!!” from Ms. Yap, who we had been looking forward for 3 weeks! At that very moment when the outrageous 37’ struck into my eyes, how I wish that Ms. Yap could come several weeks later and forget all about that bloody disaster.
If only I had obeyed the instructions of how to write an essay! If only I had observed the rules to come up with a fixed outline with a so-called thesis statement and several topic sentences. If only I had not gone with my thoughts. If only I had not deliberately ignore the limit.
There is no such a thing as a rein or boundary to my thoughts, which have the habit of popping out without invitation, and sometimes pretend to be dried up when I’m in desperate need of them. With no intention to bind my thoughts, I enjoy letting them flow out, flourish or explode in the way it is. Having no skills in playing musical instrument or painting, the only way for me to present my ideas is via language. Words can be the powerful, as is said in the movie Death Poets Society, “Words and ideas can change the world”. Whereas I strongly hate the way that an established method should be used to fix the article. Every time when I’m struggling with my essay, I feel as if there are heavy chains all over my body when I am making an effort to dance.
After this experience, it reinforced my belief that an essay is a professional killer that seeks pleasure from murdering the beauty of language itself. But even the laws claim the legalization of this “killer” and what stretches me to the limit is that the regulation and morality not only approve of but also advocate this kind of “crimes”! Unbelievable! Incredible!
However I resort to surrendering to the marks that judge the quality of an essay. What an essay focuses is not the beauty of language, but the clarity of expressing of ideas and the logic of thoughts.
I am convinced that I have broken the records of the lowest marks to the essays of Group 8. Sincerely, I wish that no one would break it again (an extremely hard job for my intelligent classmates, I think), of course myself included.
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My marks is also very low lah! So tragic! But don't be so worried, as almost all of us are in the same state.haha!
ReplyDeleteYeah,totally appreciate your free thinking and flow of ideas while writing which I think can be applied to literature writing not academic writing which requires accuracy and clarity.Actually I think maybe in the future you can become a writer or a poat.Ｏ（∩＿∩）Ｏ～
ReplyDeleteWhen I was in senior high school, I once had a fierce debate with all the chinese teachers in my school. I liked to write freely. I liked to make my essay full of magfinicance, unexpected hooks and deep meanings which cannot be understood at the first sight. I dislike the models. However, I failed. Accurately speaking, I was persuaded by my teachers. I am convinced that what is the real essay. I have a new understanding of essay. Maybe some day we can discuss.
ReplyDeleteI don't like writing essays especially those with so many rules to follow. And i don't always write my true feelings in my homework. I write them in my Q-Zone. It's my own place, i can write whatever i want. Anyway, universities let their students write esseys in that way must have their reasons. Students as we are, we just write what they want. Cheer up, our cute boy~.
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