74) Help 3 people become better writers

I know it doesn't seem like I've been keeping up
with my 101 Tasks in 1001 Days challenge, but I have.
Just because I didn't write about them doesn't mean they weren't completed.
For instance, I've gone to the beach (45), climbed a tree(61),
worn a shirt without a saying or logo (65),
and even hooked up with a white guy (81).
Writing about them just seemed too personal or not interesting
enough to relay to you all through a proper post.
But I figure you guys have gone long enough without an update,
so let's dive into this one.

During my days as a undergraduate yearning for a degree in Writing,
I discovered something while I enjoyed
my lunch in a minority dominated facility.
A fair amount of the students disliked or struggled immensely
to write coherent papers for their classes.
To my bittersweet satisfaction, I found that
many of my white classmates had the same problem.

As a mere Writing major, I wasn't exactly sure how to help my fellow man.
Sure I had critiqued other Writing students' work,
but how could I convey the importance of word choice and cohesive arguments
to students that didn't even enjoy an intro to creative writing class?
Luckily my junior year I interned at the Writing Center on campus
and realized there really wasn't a difference.
It just required patience (which was occasionally needed
when dealing with other writing students, too).

Usually when I helped students with their papers,
they just wanted a better grade.
But I knew I needed to teach them how to write.
Otherwise they wouldn't only just come to me for each new assignment,
they'd be unable to write up a proper report
for whatever job field they would eventually enter as well.

I didn't believe it, but there are actual grown men and women who don't know
how to write - or don't care enough to act like they know.
I've heard about and seen emails and write-ups they are simply atrocious.
It honestly makes me gag.

When helping these students, I took great joy in using a red pen.
Though it is overly daunting for a person to see their paper drenched in red ink,
I felt as if I channeled my prior teachers into help criticism.
Most of them found my critics helpful;
I like to think it's because
I never wrote "VAGUE" as a comment
- that in itself is vague.

Occasionally, if they needed help organizing their thoughts,
I would write a sample paragraph for them.
This, of course, led them to urge me to write the entire paper (for a fee).
However my moral high ground - and senior seminar professor
who was extremely paranoid of students finding "professionals"
to write their term papers - prevented me from undertaking the task.
They wouldn't learn that way, either.
Instead I wanted them to use that and a co-drafted outline
to lead them to the path of glory through well-written work.

A week or two after each session,
a student returned to thank me
for helping them earn a higher grade.
They would admit they still didn't like writing,
but they had a better grasp of it.

I dread the thought of becoming a teacher
- through considerably less nowadays -
so I consider this my contribution to the world.
Granted, teaching others to write could inadvertently
hurt my chances of finding full time employment,
but I'm a team player like that.
Word.