For the final essay of the semester, I didn’t write a rough draft so much as a vague outline. I had a couple of ideas of what I wanted to write, but I wasn’t exactly sure what just yet, so I made a bullet-pointed list.
The classmate who edited my paper was pretty darn helpful. They corrected me when I said the wrong person said something and they gave me some ideas about other parts of the play to quote to support my idea.
My next draft of the paper still wasn’t finished, but there was much more than just a vague list of what I wanted to do.