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PSYCHOLOGY-
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- how very shiney and attractive. Knight nearly got smacked in the jaw with my guitar after he delivered the good news to me in the car park.
PHILOSOPHY ESSAY-
E
- the tears welling up in my soul are starting to saturate, if you can imagine what that feels like. Yes, yes, it's the lowest mark you can get. I could bite my bottom lip, roll my eyes and shrug, but i tried SO HARD on it. Not in terms of time it took me neccesarily, but i loved it. I used to carry my draft around in my breifcase because i loved it so much. 'God is a hallucination', etc., a figment of the mind, a comparison to the behaviour of people 'possesed' by the Holy Spirit to that of people on LSD or Mescalin; uncovering the blasphemy behind the clergy at the Toronto Vinyard, COMPELLING ARGUMENTS!
"Find your individual slant"
Eugene said, twinkling in sunshine (heck, that man twinkles in the pitch black! sigh, he will save us all...)
so i DID. I found a fucking individual slant, even. And it was relevant! and interesting!
And some studant-rat-examiner has scanned it and not recognised the names of the people i refer to.
"There is no Kant in here!" he had exclaimed. "Nor Peter Singer! I cannot allow this girl any marks!"
...it actually kind of hurts. My best efforts are bollocks. I feel as though the curse of Beige has yet to finish with me.
actually, i happen to have some 'curse-removing' inscence, a homebrewed doo-hicky that i bought on a whim from a place called 'Merlin's Cave'. Tonight, it is lit.
B
- how very shiney and attractive. Knight nearly got smacked in the jaw with my guitar after he delivered the good news to me in the car park.
PHILOSOPHY ESSAY-
E
- the tears welling up in my soul are starting to saturate, if you can imagine what that feels like. Yes, yes, it's the lowest mark you can get. I could bite my bottom lip, roll my eyes and shrug, but i tried SO HARD on it. Not in terms of time it took me neccesarily, but i loved it. I used to carry my draft around in my breifcase because i loved it so much. 'God is a hallucination', etc., a figment of the mind, a comparison to the behaviour of people 'possesed' by the Holy Spirit to that of people on LSD or Mescalin; uncovering the blasphemy behind the clergy at the Toronto Vinyard, COMPELLING ARGUMENTS!
"Find your individual slant"
Eugene said, twinkling in sunshine (heck, that man twinkles in the pitch black! sigh, he will save us all...)
so i DID. I found a fucking individual slant, even. And it was relevant! and interesting!
And some studant-rat-examiner has scanned it and not recognised the names of the people i refer to.
"There is no Kant in here!" he had exclaimed. "Nor Peter Singer! I cannot allow this girl any marks!"
...it actually kind of hurts. My best efforts are bollocks. I feel as though the curse of Beige has yet to finish with me.
actually, i happen to have some 'curse-removing' inscence, a homebrewed doo-hicky that i bought on a whim from a place called 'Merlin's Cave'. Tonight, it is lit.