This past few weeks (three to be exact) I have read over 180,000 words. That’s like over 1200 pages of A4 size. And mind you, it’s not just reading. It’s reading with a critical eye and critical mind. Reviewing them for their content, vigor, originality, validity, etc etc.
It was time-consuming. It was nauseating. It had a soporific effect. And I gave up in the middle of it so many times. Scolded myself so many times for accepting to do it.
On the positive side. It was informative, some were interesting, some were really eye-opening, some just superbly written. The most notable of all is that I made money out of learning.
Nothing can beat learning something new.
What did I learn? I am not a linguist and yet I learned morphological and phonological changes across local dialects, the use of symbolism & hyperbole, simile & metaphor in local poetry, the use of deixis and deictic expressions, the basic units of morphemes in words, the complex plethora of the construct of sentences, and practically swam in the use of and misuse of tenses, adverbs, adjectives, etc etc.
The three weeks when I was knee-deep in it, was hell. I cursed myself for accepting to do it (money or no money it was awful). I cursed the students and their instructors for writing such boring text. And wanted to find and strangle those who did a bad add job of meeting the basic guidelines that was drummed into their brains during the methodology subject.
But like delivering a baby, I have totally forgotten the agony and am so very happy to hold the comment sheets ready for them. The pain is over.
- Grading and Learning: a Paradox – On Hiring – The Chronicle of Higher Education (metaglossia.wordpress.com)
- Soporific sleep (tatiusdarksong.wordpress.com)
- Why Write? (thoughtsofbrokendreams.com)
- A Temporary Bye Bye (marshasusantracy.wordpress.com)
- sidling past the soporific lure of spiritual bypassing (makebelieveboutique.com)