Por Os Estudantes
Being a student can be a real pain for those of us who feel the need for more education but don't really have the time for it.
I have spent the greater part of the past two years writing 1000-2000 word essays for my college studies, all up about twenty of them. It was also during this time that I was working, volunteering, writing for a magazine which I'm not sure still exists, writing music which has not yet been recorded (so you could say that doesn't exist either), and travelling with what spare money and time I had.
The travel was a very important part of maintaining the creative streak, for without that there would not have been enough breathing space in which to keep up with everything I had dedicated myself to. And you can bet the 'creative streak' was used as much as possible in the essays I had to write.
You see, referencing was an artform completely lost on me. I had been taught how to do it, but refused to do so. I didn't want someone else's ideas riddled throughout my paper, with credit to their names, as if one didn't have the cognitive capacity in which to figure out their own answers to the issues arising in the essays. At best, I would only reference the class notes. And I think I even did that wrong.
Still, I managed to get through my Community Services Certificate in the credit grade. One way I managed to do so was through expressing to the facilitators the fact that I am a writer, or at least write alot, and these writing are my own ideas on topics relevant to whatever situation arises. Some were warm and reciprocating, looking forward to what I had to offer. Others considered me some kind of crazy genius who thought a college diploma was equivalent to a doctorate.
There was also those who thought I'd be lucky to pass with such a brazen attitude.
Still, not willing to let myself down, I pushed on. Its a good thing that academics can recognise and be appreciative of any new ideas brought forward, but of course I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It really would have been worthwhile to continue on into university and hold onto my ideas until post graduate studies, but unfortunately I do not have such patience. The future could not wait.
Or should that be I could not wait for the future? I might put some of these essays up here on the net sometime soon, considering it was all done on what is now a reconstructed course with different criteria. We'll see
I have spent the greater part of the past two years writing 1000-2000 word essays for my college studies, all up about twenty of them. It was also during this time that I was working, volunteering, writing for a magazine which I'm not sure still exists, writing music which has not yet been recorded (so you could say that doesn't exist either), and travelling with what spare money and time I had.
The travel was a very important part of maintaining the creative streak, for without that there would not have been enough breathing space in which to keep up with everything I had dedicated myself to. And you can bet the 'creative streak' was used as much as possible in the essays I had to write.
You see, referencing was an artform completely lost on me. I had been taught how to do it, but refused to do so. I didn't want someone else's ideas riddled throughout my paper, with credit to their names, as if one didn't have the cognitive capacity in which to figure out their own answers to the issues arising in the essays. At best, I would only reference the class notes. And I think I even did that wrong.
Still, I managed to get through my Community Services Certificate in the credit grade. One way I managed to do so was through expressing to the facilitators the fact that I am a writer, or at least write alot, and these writing are my own ideas on topics relevant to whatever situation arises. Some were warm and reciprocating, looking forward to what I had to offer. Others considered me some kind of crazy genius who thought a college diploma was equivalent to a doctorate.
There was also those who thought I'd be lucky to pass with such a brazen attitude.
Still, not willing to let myself down, I pushed on. Its a good thing that academics can recognise and be appreciative of any new ideas brought forward, but of course I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It really would have been worthwhile to continue on into university and hold onto my ideas until post graduate studies, but unfortunately I do not have such patience. The future could not wait.
Or should that be I could not wait for the future? I might put some of these essays up here on the net sometime soon, considering it was all done on what is now a reconstructed course with different criteria. We'll see
