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Aug. 22nd, 2009 11:00 pmYBHEUHFNCKSSUYHAKZF
I have approximately 48 hours to complete a research paper. You see, my English instructor told us to make a list of 3-5 topics of a "controversial" nature about which we might be interested in writing a research paper. Out of the 4 topics I came up with, I chose embryonic stem cell research. Having watched the bright and energetic woman that was my grandma deteriorate into broccoli due to Alzheimer's disease kind of puts me in a position where I support it because it provides hope for future treatments so other people don't have to go through what we all did.
All of this was fine and dandy, until my instructor pulls out this lovely little gem about five minutes before the end of class a little over a week ago: "Oh, by the way, you'll be writing from the opposing point of view.". And then he doesn't even show us how to properly utilize the school's scholarly journal search engines until last Thursday, and the first draft is due this coming Tuesday.
Here's the thing. I understand the argument from the opposing side. I respect it. I can see the validity in it. I just don't agree with it. And creating a convincing argument on that side is absurdly difficult.
So yeah, my weekend is made entirely of suck. Well, not entirely. I saw District 9 yesterday, and it was pretty much awesome. But everything else heaves mighitly.
At least this is the last week of the quarter. And fall quarter doesn't start up until the 21st.
That which does not kill us, right?
I have approximately 48 hours to complete a research paper. You see, my English instructor told us to make a list of 3-5 topics of a "controversial" nature about which we might be interested in writing a research paper. Out of the 4 topics I came up with, I chose embryonic stem cell research. Having watched the bright and energetic woman that was my grandma deteriorate into broccoli due to Alzheimer's disease kind of puts me in a position where I support it because it provides hope for future treatments so other people don't have to go through what we all did.
All of this was fine and dandy, until my instructor pulls out this lovely little gem about five minutes before the end of class a little over a week ago: "Oh, by the way, you'll be writing from the opposing point of view.". And then he doesn't even show us how to properly utilize the school's scholarly journal search engines until last Thursday, and the first draft is due this coming Tuesday.
Here's the thing. I understand the argument from the opposing side. I respect it. I can see the validity in it. I just don't agree with it. And creating a convincing argument on that side is absurdly difficult.
So yeah, my weekend is made entirely of suck. Well, not entirely. I saw District 9 yesterday, and it was pretty much awesome. But everything else heaves mighitly.
At least this is the last week of the quarter. And fall quarter doesn't start up until the 21st.
That which does not kill us, right?
