Well, it looks like I won’t be adding a copyediting certificate to my degree collection.
When I started the program, I was at my old job, where I worked for seven years. There were often down times where I could do my homework. That was what allowed me to really delve into the work and basque in the glory of grammar.
My second class, the first actual copyediting class, began right around the time of the job incident. I was working so much, and was so miserable, that I barely went through the motions with that class.
The copyediting class was dramatically less strenuous than the grammar class that I loved so much. With grammar, we were taking three to eight quizzes a week. We had to stay on top of things and really learn the concepts since everything built upon previously acquired knowledge. I was on my game. Setting the bar that high led to my extreme disappointment with the copyediting class. There were a total of five submissions in nine weeks, including the final and midterm.
What it was lacking in quantity was equally reflected in the quality. To be honest, if an exercise wasn’t to be graded, I didn’t do it. So un-me, I know! I did do the reading, but none of the practices. I still got straight As on everything! Initially I thought I was some sort of copyediting prodigy and didn’t even know it, and then I checked over my graded papers. There were errors EVERYWHERE. Yet despite all the red, she still gave me top marks. Grade inflation was the final straw in my mind. I left the class with few if any new skills. I paid money for that?!?!?
What a difference this makes from my undergrad experience. I would have craved a class that helped pad my GPA with little effort. Now, it’s all about the knowledge, not the grades.
Putting my brain through the grammar gymnastics was the most fun I’ve had in quite a while. I enjoyed that thoroughly. And to be honest, I did enjoy learning the copyediting shorthand in my last class, so maybe it wasn’t a total loss.
All of this leaves me at a place where I am not currently taking classes. The grade inflation disappointed me, I don’t feel at all prepared to move up to the next level, AND I have no way to afford it even if I did want it. Which leaves me with my eternal question: Now what? I’m sure the next bright, shiny thing will show up soon!
Have you ever been disappointed by too easy of a grade? or Why don’t we live in a dystopian future where “they” will tell me what to study next?