Blood moans and finger bones
Fucking Done, with my english class, this is my proposal paper:
Thomas Giovanni Galligani
English
Mr. Forbes
A Proposal
My proposal is this, during your English class I was unable to learn a gosh darn thing Mr. Forbes, now I am not blaming you specifically, please do understand this, it is no way a critique of you but of the class as a whole. I could never hear you nor understand your grading system. Not to mention you made us take a syllabus test for the exact reason so that we would have no misconceptions about your class. My proposal is the next time you teach a class, try standing up for yourself.
You have been systematically trampled by the cacophony of the many dear sir, and it does not suit you well let me say that sir! The large obese Caucasian woman is the root of the issue sir, she has been nothing but distracting in her manners, and her lacking social graces, for once I wish you would of told her to shut up. God granted dear sir that is not exactly school protocol, but if I am to pay actual money and not wampum or faerie gold, I expect an education, not a great one for one thousand six hundred and ninety seven dollars maybe, but I want my moneys worth. I expect, and not unjustly so a real education, a learning experience, your class sir has been an adventure in hell, Dante would of cried at the sight of it sir, Oedipus would of wept, had he eyes left to cry with.
It was purgatory, of the highest caliber, the waiting room to the future, sit and be quiet and the class will be over, really it was Victorian sex as far as I am concerned, "Close your eyes and think of England". Ever hear that phrase? It plays back on a constant loop in my head the minute I set one vile appendage into your class, but through no fault of your own sir! I do not blame you. I blame the times we live in that people are not raised right. I blame the culture which says we should bend and break others to our own wills.
Instead I blame the low social behaviors of our class, those cretins if you will, jabbering away like clams at a tide sir. Never willing to sit down, shut up and learn. So this is my proposal sir, if you intend on teaching another class, be a bit more dominant and in control, show people who is in charge, because dear sir, honest to god if this was not my last chance at school, I would of totally blown off your class as useless. It employed no new techniques, nor helped me with my incorrect grammar, in fact I think we used the book twice, that being the one I unwrapped never mind the eighty dollar piece of crap that is sitting unused on a shelf in my bedroom. I know this isn't a real proposal paper within the confines of the rubric, but sir, let me say this succinctly, I do not care, this class has proven to me that the vast majority of people are well below what we would call normd' intelligence in Psychology and that this is all a waste of time. This is what we would have to call paying for a degree in more than just coin, it was me paying for a degree in my patience and willingess to better myself. Had I known this is what I had to return to for school I think I might of just kept drinking. Have a happy summer sir, and if we never meet again, may the road rise up to meet you and the Good Lord hold you in the hollow of his hand.
I actually handed this in, granted with a bit more editing
Thomas Giovanni Galligani
English
Mr. Forbes
A Proposal
My proposal is this, during your English class I was unable to learn a gosh darn thing Mr. Forbes, now I am not blaming you specifically, please do understand this, it is no way a critique of you but of the class as a whole. I could never hear you nor understand your grading system. Not to mention you made us take a syllabus test for the exact reason so that we would have no misconceptions about your class. My proposal is the next time you teach a class, try standing up for yourself.
You have been systematically trampled by the cacophony of the many dear sir, and it does not suit you well let me say that sir! The large obese Caucasian woman is the root of the issue sir, she has been nothing but distracting in her manners, and her lacking social graces, for once I wish you would of told her to shut up. God granted dear sir that is not exactly school protocol, but if I am to pay actual money and not wampum or faerie gold, I expect an education, not a great one for one thousand six hundred and ninety seven dollars maybe, but I want my moneys worth. I expect, and not unjustly so a real education, a learning experience, your class sir has been an adventure in hell, Dante would of cried at the sight of it sir, Oedipus would of wept, had he eyes left to cry with.
It was purgatory, of the highest caliber, the waiting room to the future, sit and be quiet and the class will be over, really it was Victorian sex as far as I am concerned, "Close your eyes and think of England". Ever hear that phrase? It plays back on a constant loop in my head the minute I set one vile appendage into your class, but through no fault of your own sir! I do not blame you. I blame the times we live in that people are not raised right. I blame the culture which says we should bend and break others to our own wills.
Instead I blame the low social behaviors of our class, those cretins if you will, jabbering away like clams at a tide sir. Never willing to sit down, shut up and learn. So this is my proposal sir, if you intend on teaching another class, be a bit more dominant and in control, show people who is in charge, because dear sir, honest to god if this was not my last chance at school, I would of totally blown off your class as useless. It employed no new techniques, nor helped me with my incorrect grammar, in fact I think we used the book twice, that being the one I unwrapped never mind the eighty dollar piece of crap that is sitting unused on a shelf in my bedroom. I know this isn't a real proposal paper within the confines of the rubric, but sir, let me say this succinctly, I do not care, this class has proven to me that the vast majority of people are well below what we would call normd' intelligence in Psychology and that this is all a waste of time. This is what we would have to call paying for a degree in more than just coin, it was me paying for a degree in my patience and willingess to better myself. Had I known this is what I had to return to for school I think I might of just kept drinking. Have a happy summer sir, and if we never meet again, may the road rise up to meet you and the Good Lord hold you in the hollow of his hand.
I actually handed this in, granted with a bit more editing