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Hey Iowa kids:
You guys are gonna shit bricks when you read the personal essay I'm writing about the time we met that guy who knew Raymond Carver. In Kentucky, you have to have a portfolio to graduate, and it has to include one personal piece. My English teacher wants it by Friday, and I've been racking my brain over what to write it on.
The Raymond Carver guy is perfect, right? It's the coolest story ever. I'm paraphrasing, of course, since I don't remember every little thing we said (plus I'm pretty sure Danny called Ray Carver a dick, which wouldn't go over well with my English teacher) but it should be cool.
You guys are gonna shit bricks when you read the personal essay I'm writing about the time we met that guy who knew Raymond Carver. In Kentucky, you have to have a portfolio to graduate, and it has to include one personal piece. My English teacher wants it by Friday, and I've been racking my brain over what to write it on.
The Raymond Carver guy is perfect, right? It's the coolest story ever. I'm paraphrasing, of course, since I don't remember every little thing we said (plus I'm pretty sure Danny called Ray Carver a dick, which wouldn't go over well with my English teacher) but it should be cool.