IDRP is an acronym for Inter-Disciplinary Research Project (or, alternatively and more accurately, I Didn'
t Request Pain), a comprehensive thesis defense project that the seventh grade Humanities students at certain schools are forced to suffer through. There are a number of hells that these students must conquer before symposium night, including (but not limited to): the essay itself (5-8 pages
long, MLA format, having
gone through around 7,000 revisions before you suddenly have to
scrap half of it because your edits were given back around the week before symposium night), the Works Cited page, 4 artistic genres (with a repetend, of COURSE), a Dear Reader Letter, a Self-Reflection, and a Multi-Genre Notes Page, all packed into a neat little portfolio thrown together the night before using page protectors. There's also the presentation itself, upon which
work is always begun way too late, and you'll either end up with 10 slides or around 76,000 slides, either of which is a
fucking horrible option. It just depends on which sort of problem you always have - asking for a minimum or asking for a maximum. And
don'
t forget, a professional panel of adults, many of your classmates, and all of their
parents are going to be there on symposium night, hopefully not noticing the lowkey panic attack you'
re having or the fact that you haven'
t practiced your whole slideshow once.
Also, you'
re 13 years
old and too young and beautiful to die like this.
Student A:
Fuck, I forgot to do my repetend for IDRP, and I have 4th period English...
Student B: You're screwed.
Student A: I know, Mrs. Kelly's gonna fucking kill me.... I still have Health class to work on it, though.
Student B: But we have PARCC testing today, remember? Classes are gonna be like 20 minutes
long. There's no way you'll have enough
time.
Student A: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk............
