So it's 9:30pm Sunday night. I have just finished reading the paper Isaac handed me to edit, which also happens to be due tomorrow morning. It's the history class research paper for he's allegedly been working on for two months. He told me his topic way back when he began the research. I offered him several excellent reference materials. He looked through them and indicated he thought they were a bit dense. I told him how he could find specific information in them so he could prepare his note cards. He opted not to use them. He did not show me any of his work or ask for any other input from me in his process.....until now. I figure since he is a high school junior he is a big enough boy to do his work without me inserting myself into the process uninvited beyond enforcing consequences if his grades slip below a certain level.
His paper contains adequate paragraphs full of reasonably well-crafted sentences indicating he has a respectable vocabulary and grasp of grammar. That's where my praise begins and ends. The content of the paper is about as substantial as wet Kleenex and offers virtually no support of his thesis statement. Instead he relies on a synopsis of events and offers his opinion upon them with zero back-up.
He disagrees with my assessment but claims he is going to heed my editorial advice and revise it tonight.....after he finishes watching zombies being beheaded. I've also offered my opinion of that plan.
Yeah, let me know how that goes and don't be surprised when your social life is stunted as a result of the grade this paper is likely to earn.....unless, God forbid, your teacher is dazzled by style over substance, which I fear since you tell me she thinks Wikipedia is an acceptable reference for research papers.