I just took my Philosophy exam and I managed 100%. I also managed 100% on both of the tests during the semester. And i did pretty well on the quizzes,  something like 94 out of 99. Which is all very good.

And most likely very important.

Why? I mean, besides the obvious point of passing the class. For one very significant reason, I didn’t write my final paper!

me not writing a philosophy paper

Oh, I spent the better part of this weekend sitting at the desk worrying about writing my final paper. I had scads of references for my final paper. Hell, the paper only needed to be 5-pages long. I started it. I put together a bunch of information. But I didn’t write a paper.

First, let me say that this is a calculated gamble on my part. If the grading system plays out the way it’s described in the syllabus. If the paper is actually worth 14% of my grade. If my participation points are as high as I expect them to be. And if I’m right about all of these things, my grade should still be a middle B. Possibly a low B. If I’m wrong… well, shit.

So, I’m not interested in writing this paper on Sir Francis Bacon. Sure, I chose him. But I had to choose someone. I don’t want to figure out APA, I don’t want to find and document sources, and I don’t think I need this to pass. Sure it hurts my grade and will probably keep me off the Deans list this semester, but as a 50-year-old man, i can live with that.

The truth is that I waited too long to decide who to do this paper on, I didn’t read anything about this guy, I didn’t do the research, and most importantly, I didn’t realize how much there was to the life of Francis Bacon. This guy was a mover and shaker. I don’t think he slept. He makes me feel very unproductive in my life. And the paper I had put together was just a bunch of “cut and paste” from a half dozen websites. Even with my massaging of the text, that is the definition of plagerism.

I’d rather not do the paper and take the hit on my grade than lose credit for the whole course because I got tore-up by the plagerism checker.

Like I said, it’s a calculated gamble. I don’t feel good about myself or the effort I expended. This is not why I went back to school; to cut corners and barely get by. That’s how I went through High School. I’d like to think I’m not that guy anymore. Oh well, fingers crossed. I really hope it works out the way I expect. Later.