Craig Schaefer is a Mad Little Genius
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I'll be the first to admit I'm terrible at nonfiction.
I don't care how many A's I get, I don't enjoy nonfiction/academic writing in the least and don't think I'm very good at it.
For this paper, we had to pick an author and analyze three of their books from a linguistic standpoint. I didn't understand what I was doing, I forgot to re-read, I winged it...and got an A.
If I didn't know this professor was very good at sticking to the letter of the law, I would think he was crazy.
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