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Apparently people still use this. I did not know that.
Everything I have to say is boring and related to school. Everything. It was a gift that I couldn't take another semester of essay workshop, because I would have been stuck in a similar (or the god damn same) predicament that I was in the spring. Words came like molasses, but at least molasses has a clear range of uses, unlike whatever it was that I produced. An essay on the Pit of Despair was that semester's crowning achievement, but to that end one must assume that I donned a very humble crown--perhaps one not unlike those they hand out at Burger King. My way right away, right? I was just glad to be rid of the passive aggressive, never scathing remarks that asked more than they did state. No one left without their toes fully intact, not a damn one of them got crushed--not even by mistake. Maybe that's every workshop, maybe not.
I suppose that's a bit of a lie. There was a kid, Josh, that wrote his first essay on what exactly I do not remember--probably his freshman year of college. The content of the story was not what came into question but rather his stereotyping of each and every nationality under the sun. His Asian roommates had slanted, beady eyes, and he followed that by saying they haven't and would probably never have sex--tell that to them when they're raking in the millions by solving math problems and boning their subservient wives who, obviously enough, were assigned to them through generations of planned marriages. Their dialog, from what I got through anyway, was something akin to that of a 40s propaganda piece, even insinuating the L sounds be replaced by Rs--quality stuff, man, really. Stereotypes are fun and fresh, never dull or tired.
That's not to say I was up in arms. I think the gist of what I said was something like, "You can write about people without resolving to turn over every stereotype their race has ever been assigned." More passive aggressive bullshit from the one who's currently bitching about passive aggressive bullshit. Hell, I couldn't (and still can't) be bothered with anything that isn't absolutely base and/or carnal. Had he said that Bud Light was the greatest beer known to man, I might have woken up, cracked my knuckles and had a real go at him. No such luck.
Long story short, he had his justifications, and they weren't completely unfounded--you can joke about anything. Well, absolutely, I thought, and I figured he was just about to digress and admit that school wasn't the greatest launching pad for a two bit comedy routine, but, no, he maintained. And it wouldn't have been so bad--figure I was dozing back to sleep at this point--until he stated that the piece came to be through his interpretation of his favorite comedian: Carlos Mencia.
Oh, Ferg, there was nothing for you there but sleep anyway.
Everything I have to say is boring and related to school. Everything. It was a gift that I couldn't take another semester of essay workshop, because I would have been stuck in a similar (or the god damn same) predicament that I was in the spring. Words came like molasses, but at least molasses has a clear range of uses, unlike whatever it was that I produced. An essay on the Pit of Despair was that semester's crowning achievement, but to that end one must assume that I donned a very humble crown--perhaps one not unlike those they hand out at Burger King. My way right away, right? I was just glad to be rid of the passive aggressive, never scathing remarks that asked more than they did state. No one left without their toes fully intact, not a damn one of them got crushed--not even by mistake. Maybe that's every workshop, maybe not.
I suppose that's a bit of a lie. There was a kid, Josh, that wrote his first essay on what exactly I do not remember--probably his freshman year of college. The content of the story was not what came into question but rather his stereotyping of each and every nationality under the sun. His Asian roommates had slanted, beady eyes, and he followed that by saying they haven't and would probably never have sex--tell that to them when they're raking in the millions by solving math problems and boning their subservient wives who, obviously enough, were assigned to them through generations of planned marriages. Their dialog, from what I got through anyway, was something akin to that of a 40s propaganda piece, even insinuating the L sounds be replaced by Rs--quality stuff, man, really. Stereotypes are fun and fresh, never dull or tired.
That's not to say I was up in arms. I think the gist of what I said was something like, "You can write about people without resolving to turn over every stereotype their race has ever been assigned." More passive aggressive bullshit from the one who's currently bitching about passive aggressive bullshit. Hell, I couldn't (and still can't) be bothered with anything that isn't absolutely base and/or carnal. Had he said that Bud Light was the greatest beer known to man, I might have woken up, cracked my knuckles and had a real go at him. No such luck.
Long story short, he had his justifications, and they weren't completely unfounded--you can joke about anything. Well, absolutely, I thought, and I figured he was just about to digress and admit that school wasn't the greatest launching pad for a two bit comedy routine, but, no, he maintained. And it wouldn't have been so bad--figure I was dozing back to sleep at this point--until he stated that the piece came to be through his interpretation of his favorite comedian: Carlos Mencia.
Oh, Ferg, there was nothing for you there but sleep anyway.