Why does there have to be a subject?
Jus got back from work, tired, and mildly annoyed. My little brother waited until the night before an assignment was due. He's 13 and in 8th grade. I read his paper... *shudder* I wrote better papers in 4th grade. During good writing, there is a flow to the paper. One sentence leads into the next, and the ideas lead into each other. There's a feeling that everything belongs. His paper has no flow to it. It's more like a seizure. A severe seizure. The kind of seizure where the spasming of the muscles breaks bones inside. It's very disjointed, very rough, very bad. The black flag will be flying at the top of that paper. I'm trying to decide if I want to fix it up or not. Probably not, I helped the first 2 paragraphs, I'll leave the rest and slide it under his door. He may try and wake me up tomorrow morning and ask for help. I might, though I'm not a morning person. Most likely is I'll set him and my mom up on a computer and let the two of them do the work. She's a good writer, and a morning person. Me, I'm useless in the mornings. Give me late nights. But right now I need to shower cause I feel dirty. BBL most likely.