Reminds me of a first year of middle school personal anecdote. At the beginning of the school year, our literature teacher asked us to do research about a subject and present the results.
It was the beginning of internet at home, so almost everyone came back with literal web pages printed, thinking they had done well. The teacher was furious about this “demonstration of laziness” and started to go through the students one by one and handling 0/20 grades for the assignment, like a gardener carefully pulling weeds one by one, savoring each wilt. Occasionally she would praise the few students that took time to manually write down their research.
I was in the back of the classroom, so analyzing the situation quickly and sweating, I started to furiously handwrite to a Seyès ruled paper the Wikipedia page I had printed (with the help of my father), cut the one picture and glue it to the paper. I managed to escape the culling with a good enough grade.
Her last name was that of a fearsome wild animal. It was her final year before retirement, and as the year went on, we realized she was actually a very conscientious and caring teacher.
I had a lecturer that was very anti-internet. But she didn’t have any real sort of point, she just didn’t believe things written on the internet had the same integrity as physically published articles. She was difficult to because a lot of modern research (anything published after the year 2005) has never been published in a printed format, except to the extent that someone had printed the online version. So all my references had URLs in, which was bound to set her off.
Even if I was trying to reference some work published in the 19th century a lot of time that work had been subsequently uploaded to the internet and the best reference would be an online archive. So then I would have to go and find some book that had it in. It was a giant waste of everybody’s time. Every other professor was fine with it.
Reminds me of a first year of middle school personal anecdote. At the beginning of the school year, our literature teacher asked us to do research about a subject and present the results.
It was the beginning of internet at home, so almost everyone came back with literal web pages printed, thinking they had done well. The teacher was furious about this “demonstration of laziness” and started to go through the students one by one and handling 0/20 grades for the assignment, like a gardener carefully pulling weeds one by one, savoring each wilt. Occasionally she would praise the few students that took time to manually write down their research.
I was in the back of the classroom, so analyzing the situation quickly and sweating, I started to furiously handwrite to a Seyès ruled paper the Wikipedia page I had printed (with the help of my father), cut the one picture and glue it to the paper. I managed to escape the culling with a good enough grade.
Her last name was that of a fearsome wild animal. It was her final year before retirement, and as the year went on, we realized she was actually a very conscientious and caring teacher.
I had a lecturer that was very anti-internet. But she didn’t have any real sort of point, she just didn’t believe things written on the internet had the same integrity as physically published articles. She was difficult to because a lot of modern research (anything published after the year 2005) has never been published in a printed format, except to the extent that someone had printed the online version. So all my references had URLs in, which was bound to set her off.
Even if I was trying to reference some work published in the 19th century a lot of time that work had been subsequently uploaded to the internet and the best reference would be an online archive. So then I would have to go and find some book that had it in. It was a giant waste of everybody’s time. Every other professor was fine with it.