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Nine weeks ago, I made a terrible mistake. My Evergreen writing teacher asked us for a sample of our writing that we had written before the class, so she could learn a bit about how we write, think, et cetera.
My mistake was giving her something that I had written for Vaughn's 11th-grade obligation. Did I say obligation? I meant English. Anyways, I didn't get the chance to realize that terrible mistake until the only word that my writing teacher used to describe my paper was 'bizarre.'
This teacher is someone who reads books like "The Male Cross-Dresser Support Group," with content such as picking up a human head off of a highway and popping it into the trunk, with the entire sequence seeming normal. And she calls my paper bizarre...
Why was this such a terrible mistake, one might be thinking? The assignment, the only assignment for that class was to revise the paper, according to what we would learn in her class "The Rhetoric of Clarity."
Well, 9 weeks later, 4 weeks after "- Clarity" ended and "- Elegance" began, I'm still stuck with that damn paper. And it's sitting in front of me, still in its state that I left it in in March. Not only that, but she was right; it is a freakishly odd paper.
In "The Rhetoric of Elegance," I've been writing stuff. Weird things, like the Sandwich piece that I used as my last Blog entry, and the few writing samples that I've asked our fantastic webmaster to create a new Gallery with. And writing from scratch is easy; I have an objective, and I am to use that objective in a struggle against a blank piece of paper (be it real paper or Word's papier faux).
Doing something is easy, but redoing it from a screwed-up base isn't...well, I still have 13 hours to finish this do-over essay. Though my 9 weeks are almost up, I'll have this text of Vaughn-targeted, pseudo-drug-inspired, nature-based flooze completed!
Loup-Vert, happy to have written something today
Well, since everybody's showing where they'll be wandering from day to day, I thought I'd show you my incredibly binding schedule:
1. Orchestra
Ahh. I'll enjoy Arena this year.
The rest of the day, until September 23rd (1st day of Running Start), I can just hang around in the Commons, then terrorize the student body at breaks with Damian; oh, it'll be such fun...
btw, if any of you are familiar with the Fireman Carry, I'd like to try to get as big a row of seniors doing that through the main hall as possible >=)
Loup-Vert, he with the new concept of free time
Double the fun of a single slice of bread, Ken set two bread slices on a plate as the basis of a snack on the patio. Having opened one of two jars, Ken spread peanut butter on one slice, resetting it on the plate after the last stroke. After exhuming contents of the jar labeled "Strawberry," Ken sloppily crafted the second half of his sandwich, salivating at the thought of the first bite. His hands being occupied by bread and butter-knife, he dropped his second slice, now plummeting away from the tabletop. As Ken watched in horror, it undecidedly rotated, freely, touched only by gravity. Thus it became, "The Decker."