Yesterday a fellow English Lit major friend of mine approached me with one of his papers for an upper level literature class, and asked me if i would revise it for him. I said, sure thing man, no problem, what are friends for right, and I read the paper. It was really no good, rubbish, I should have told him to throw it away. He wrote just like he talked, as if he'd recorded his voice and typed it out word for word, he used words such as like, so, then, well. I told him he had to seriously revise it, read it over, talk it out loud, give it the old in and out real savage. So he did. He gave me the revised copy, a little better, I said, slightly less stupid, a bit more tolerable. He turned it in, and received a zero, a goose egg, nada, zip, zilch, he should have listened to me.
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