I just got asked by a friend to proofread his French notes for a presentation. I said sure. It’s always good to get another set of eyes looking at things you write, especially if it’s not in your native tongue. Granted French isn’t my native tongue either, but I said I’d help. I knew the last time I’d read his French, it was, well, not good. But that was a couple of years ago, so I thought maybe he had improved.
I get his notes, and I let out a shriek of frustration. If anything, his French has gotten worse! I have to ask myself, how is he getting through university French classes with this caliber of complete and utter incompetence? Are his tutors doing his essays for him? If so, they should stop. If not, why did I bother to work so hard if you could scrape through with this bullshit? I mean, it looks like maybe he’s in grade five French. Ug!
I’m looking at this now thinking, why do I give a rat’s ass how he does in French? I did well, his marks probably blow goats. So what does it matter? I guess I’m completely amazed that he’s still here with the level of crap he’s spewing. I wonder what my degree is worth if people like him can write the kind of stuff he does, still be here and get a degree too. The whole thing just makes me wonder why I worked so hard. I’ll cry if he graduates with distinction. That’ll probably never happen, but if it does, then I’ll know the degree isn’t worth the paper it’s written on.