Ever force your way through a research paper?

No.

 

Yup, happened and happens to me....more than I want to.
Usually my strategy is: I go or at least try to go more into detail, if there are certain aspects I haven't mentioned yet, I take them into account......although sometimes I 'm having a hard time finding them at first.
I try to broaden the main topic. This way I can stay where I am, don't have to go deeper and deeper and just add a couple of things.
I can't say that this works perfectly all the time....I'm working on a paper right now (I'm suppossed to hand it in by next week and I got ....tatahh....1 page) and I seem to be a bit slow.
And...yes, sometimes I just blabla and try to fill the pages.
Using comments, arguments and theories from other authors works good. I try to make clear (in my own words) what their point is and then exlain why I don't use their arguments in my paper. Apart from being quite useful it sometimes helps filling the pages.

 

Yep.
Ever paper I've ever written.
I'm definitely not an essay fellow.

 

+1

And before the days of internet cut and paste

 

I have a habit of getting to the point REALLY quickly and suddenly realizing I'm still 5 pages shy of the goal.

This is why I'm so glad I'm no longer in school.

 

The trick to effectively sprinkling bull-feces on your papers is to fully believe in your heart that the bull-feces, is in fact, magic fairy-dust, made from a blend of knowledge jewels and insight diamonds.

 

I choked on the magic fairy dust usually and just ended up sneezing on my rough drafts...

 

That is quite unfortunate.

 

Not really. Apparently the mucus helps, I got an A on most of those papers.

 

Probably because the teacher didn't want to touch it and had no other choice than to pass you, fearing more mucussy papers in the future.

 

...Which is ironic, because despite the fact I aced every single one of those assignments, she failed me anyway because of a brand spankin' new attendance policy that came back to bite me in the ass...

 

I had a similar experience one semester in college, apparently no matter how well you know the material or how good you do on the tests, listening to professors that have their head up their rectum is important in this world.

For the semester I accumulated a whopping .08 GPA...5 FA's and an A in Advanced Grammar.

 

Gotcha beat, chum. I walked out of that semester with an astounding .03. I passed the next semester, but it wasn't enough to bring my grade up and I got booted out of that university...

 

Well...the semester before that I had all F's because my book-bag was stolen during the last week of November. My laptop, all my disks, flip flops, cell phone, $100, checkbook, 150 pages of a movie script for my film-writing class, 3 short stories for my short fiction class, about 20-30 poems for creative writing class, and my favorite pen...all gone. I had no idea how to explain that to my professors because, really, who would believe, "My bookbag was stolen, that's why I'm not going to be able to turn in the 200 page script I was supposed to be working on since August." ?

Needless to say I spent the time until the next semester started(Jan 10th), drunk.

 

Ah, the joys of college... I'm still not entirely sure where I was that last week before I had to be moved out or how I got moved out at all...

 

Seriously...no idea either.

 

Made for a spectacular hangover when you came to, didn't it?...

 

Eh...never had trouble with hangovers for some reason. My boss says it's because I have "alcoholic jeans" or something like that...I just consider myself a Beer Champion.