2010 English Oddity
I took English 2010
upon returning to college after a three year break and a two year
mission. My last composition class was in high school, nine years
prior, but it counted as English 1010 at Utah Valley University so I
skipped straight to intermediate writing. I expected to be
challenged, especially since it had been so long since my last actual
English composition course.
I was wrong.
The class was a
complete and utter waste of my time and the government’s Pell Grant
money. After the first week, the “teacher” did nothing more than
point to a page in The Allyn & Bacon Guide to Writing,
Fifth Edition, and essentially say “do that.” Granted, she was
there to answer questions about the assignment, but the amount of
actual lessons she taught during the full semester course fit on one
hand.
Then
of course, there’s the fact that even those lessons were worthless.
They consisted of her putting up a transparency (yes, on an overhead
projector that I thought went the way of the phonograph) of a grammar
workbook page that should not have been allowed outside of junior
high school, maybe high school. I remember one was “Commonly
Confused Words” of the “choose the correct word to complete this
sentence” variety. “Tommy likes Jill. (They’re/Their) going to
the movies.” We discussed them as a class and no one seemed to
struggle. There was also an object lesson about an orange, but I
can’t for the life of me remember the object of that lesson.
Most
of class time was spent peer-reviewing the papers: analysis and
synthesis (a fancy way of saying “compare and contrast”),
argumentative research, and a few others. This might have been useful
if my peers actually commented on my essays, but, despite my
insistence, they didn’t feel adequate to the task of critiquing
them. They received A’s, but the teacher never provided evaluative
or qualitative feedback of any kind in order for me to understand why
they were “good.”
The
only benefit I extracted from that class, besides maintaining my GPA
and fulfilling a requirement for my major, didn’t occur until I
started here at the Writing Center. The teacher made us attend the
UVU equivalent a few times, which gave me some idea of what to expect
as a new tutor. Still, three years is a long time to wait to see any
value in a course.
This
may sound harsh, but I believe the class was taught in that manner
because the teacher was older (60s or 70s) and an adjunct. I don’t
get the sense that my fellow students in the program, who took
courses from other instructors, had the same experience. It certainly
doesn’t make sense to me why the college would hire glorified
graders across the board to teach a foundational class, and it was
the only class I honestly felt I could have taught better, as an
undergrad, than the teacher did.
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