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12 pt. Times New Roman, Double Spaced. We Know the Drill.
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I write a paper. I make sure my margins are 1" all around. I make sure my font is the standard 12 pt. Times New Roman. I make sure my sources have been cited. I make sure there is only one staple, because I know two staples will get me docked 5 points. The paper means nothing to me. The topic is standard, with no originality or room to be creative. Citing my sources alone took me longer than writing the paper, what with the double checking of each period and underline. I edit, print and repeat.
I know that that at the end of the paper, I'm one step closer to getting that grossly overpriced piece of paper that acts as the ticket to my future successes. But I can't help but question if that piece of paper actually makes me more qualified to succeed in my chosen profession. The only quasi-answer I can come up with is that it shows my dedication. It shows that no matter how monotonous the paper, or how trivial the multiple choice Scantron exam I take, my piece of paper will show Yale Medical School that I have the ability to apply myself and stick to my goal.
I know every student who sits beside me in class has a way to cope with the stress, and sometimes the boredom. We pick up crutches that help ease the pain, like coffee for instance. This beautiful habit is the one that will help you to write the paper you forgot to write for your morning class, it will help you deal with the teachers that give you bad grades just because you disagree with them, and it will help you fall asleep. Decaf that is.
Without these coping mechanisms, college students would drown in a sea of syllabi, using their Macbooks as flotation devices. But in the end, when the degrees are given, and the first pay stub is framed on the wall, it makes it all seem worth it. Or at least I hope that is how it goes. If not, we can at least have an arsenal of random knowledge to throw around the dinner table at Thanksgiving.
Peace, Love, and Good Juju,
Issa Pop
I know that that at the end of the paper, I'm one step closer to getting that grossly overpriced piece of paper that acts as the ticket to my future successes. But I can't help but question if that piece of paper actually makes me more qualified to succeed in my chosen profession. The only quasi-answer I can come up with is that it shows my dedication. It shows that no matter how monotonous the paper, or how trivial the multiple choice Scantron exam I take, my piece of paper will show Yale Medical School that I have the ability to apply myself and stick to my goal.
I know every student who sits beside me in class has a way to cope with the stress, and sometimes the boredom. We pick up crutches that help ease the pain, like coffee for instance. This beautiful habit is the one that will help you to write the paper you forgot to write for your morning class, it will help you deal with the teachers that give you bad grades just because you disagree with them, and it will help you fall asleep. Decaf that is.
Without these coping mechanisms, college students would drown in a sea of syllabi, using their Macbooks as flotation devices. But in the end, when the degrees are given, and the first pay stub is framed on the wall, it makes it all seem worth it. Or at least I hope that is how it goes. If not, we can at least have an arsenal of random knowledge to throw around the dinner table at Thanksgiving.
Peace, Love, and Good Juju,
Issa Pop
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