That awkward moment when you realize that, while you used to Tweet about people that piss you off, you can’t anymore because they all follow you on Twitter… #WhatAreWeSupposedToDo?!?!
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The Most Perfect Geek Photo Ever of The Day
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When I was fifteen I read Virginia Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway, because a girl on whom I had a crush threw it at me and said something like, ‘Why don’t you read this and try to be less stupid?’ I did read it and, although I remained pretty much as stupid as I’d been before, it was a revelation to me. I hadn’t known, until then, that you — that anyone — could do such things with language; I’d never seen sentences of such complexity, musicality, density, and beauty. I remember thinking, ‘Hey, she was doing with language something like what Jimi Hendrix does with a guitar.’ Mrs. Dalloway made me into a reader, and it was only a matter of time until I became a writer. - Michael Cunningham
This makes so much sense to me.
Throwback: Nostalgia from Senior Year 8th Period AP English
Oh, the memories… I posted this last year was a note on Facebook. Thought it was worth sharing again…
Kayse Schmucker
Medea and Oedipus: Compare and Contrast
[Insert teacher’s name here]
17 March 2011
I hate your English Class. Yes, [Insert teacher’s name here], that was my thesis sentence, right smack dab at the beginning of the paper. Was it specific enough for you? Because if it isn’t, I can probably add some more detail; through use of literary devices such as irony, sarcasm, and exaggeration, my paper will highlight the complete and total loathing that perfectly describes my sentiments of the blood bath of boredom (look, there’s some alliteration for you too) that takes place for forty-eight freakin’ minutes every day (or should I say forty-three, because I don’t count the five minutes at the end of every class period where Mrs. Edwards comes on the PA system and cancels boys tennis practice every day).
****also note, I do not hate English. I also do not hate the teacher. I love English, and aside from his obvious fear of revealing any real emotion whatsoever, I like the teacher too. Only recently has my tolerance level for the ridiculosity dropped below sea level.
I may add more, and I might actually turn this in as my paper, simply because my brain refuses to write one asinine sentences about a character that I still associate with a Tyler Perry movie.
“Speak out for what you believe, and what you feel. Or don’t. You have to live with yourself.” - Robert Redford
A Hard Day’s Night — The ‘Real’ First Chord
One of the most famous opening chords is also one of the most elusive.
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