Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

I so pissed I am chewing glass.  I got another "C" on my writing assignment for my journalism class.  This feels oddly similar to the professor who gave me Cs in college in my advanced Spanish class.  His comments were that my essays weren't written the way people would talk.  No duh.  That's why I'm taking the class!  I'm getting poor marks in this journalism class b/c my writing is not journalistic, it's scientific.  Right.  That's b/c I'm trying to LEARN how to write in a journalistic style!

This is why telling me something is wrong does not help me learn.  My Beloved has such a hard time with this, and I have historically done poorly in classes with teachers, like him, unable to explain their reasoning. I get that it's wrong; I can see the "[not an A]" grade written in red ink on the assignment.  What I don't get is *why* it's wrong.  I can only understand why your reasoning is right by understanding why my reasoning is wrong.

I'm really surprised and disappointed at how poorly I'm doing in this class, frankly.  My sister always said I didn't know how to write when I forced her - an excellent writer - to proof my assignments.  It must have been pure torture to her, like asking a surgeon to play Operation. To be honest, I expected to discover an inherent talent for lay language.  I was hoping, anyway, because I don't believe you can be taught to be a writer; it's just something you is or you ain't.

So now I'm pissed and I'm disappointed.