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So this essay is turning out to be the most trite piece of garbage I've ever written. This sucks. I don't even know what I can get away with with this teacher. I think she hates me, so I'm being really careful. I'm really thinking I should never write any essays ever again. I have no flow! My bagel isn't even cheering me up, and there is nothing like a bagel to make an essay better. (Yeah. That doesn't make sense.) I just wish she would have given us some choice, like 3 prompts or something. It can't be interesting to grade the same essay a million times. Don't "But Katrina, everyone will write something different because everybody has different opinions!" me, because of the contraints we are all pretty much going to end up writing the same damn thing, but in a different order. Now my bagel is making me mad. Onion bagels should be stored in seperate containers from everything else because cinnamon + onion = gross. Okay and how dumb are the kids here if she has to include this in the assignment:
"Include the introductory paragraph, with the thesis statement, and subsequent paragraphs with each example chosen to prove this point. In the conclusion draw the main points of the paper together."
I feel like I'm four or some other more realistic essay writing age. GAH. Oh. And she does the "you have to put the thesis statement where I want it" thing. Because that's how it's always going to be. Right. It has nothing to do with your style, and I don't really care if it doesn't work with your voice. It's only about what I want and if your introduction sucks because of it, that's your damn problem.
I'm pretty cheesed right now. WHY CAN'T WE JUST BLINDLY ACCEPT THINGS SOMETIMES? Honestly. Like "Hey. Everybody says that The Great Gatsby is a great representative of the 1920s. I'm down with that." not "Hey. Everybody says that The Great Gatsby is a great representative of the 1920s, but screw them, I have figure this out for myself." It's like in math, when the teacher is all "This is right, but you don't have to take my word for it, let's waste time with a proof that NO ONE CARES ABOUT." I'm willing to blindly accept on some stuff, especially crap like this. It's like, if I care enough about it, I'll pursue it on my own time. If I don't then it's my damn choice gah. I feel like someone is going to get a good stabbing tomorrow. It might be my English teacher.
EDIT: (2:41 AM)
I AM DONE WITH THE STUPID ESSAY. I decided to play up the fact that the essay (and topic) is inherently trite by ending it with a cliché. I couldn't not do it.
Anyway. It's probably time for bed, seeing as I have to be up in four hours. Joy. Why doesn't four rhyme with hour? Or our? Man. Four is a non-conformist word. Or does it rhyme and I just can't tell. I'm really torn. I feel like if it did rhyme I would pronounce it like flower, except with no l. Man if I'd payed attention in Aca Deca I'd totally know what kind of rhyme it is supposed to be. I suck.
"Include the introductory paragraph, with the thesis statement, and subsequent paragraphs with each example chosen to prove this point. In the conclusion draw the main points of the paper together."
I feel like I'm four or some other more realistic essay writing age. GAH. Oh. And she does the "you have to put the thesis statement where I want it" thing. Because that's how it's always going to be. Right. It has nothing to do with your style, and I don't really care if it doesn't work with your voice. It's only about what I want and if your introduction sucks because of it, that's your damn problem.
I'm pretty cheesed right now. WHY CAN'T WE JUST BLINDLY ACCEPT THINGS SOMETIMES? Honestly. Like "Hey. Everybody says that The Great Gatsby is a great representative of the 1920s. I'm down with that." not "Hey. Everybody says that The Great Gatsby is a great representative of the 1920s, but screw them, I have figure this out for myself." It's like in math, when the teacher is all "This is right, but you don't have to take my word for it, let's waste time with a proof that NO ONE CARES ABOUT." I'm willing to blindly accept on some stuff, especially crap like this. It's like, if I care enough about it, I'll pursue it on my own time. If I don't then it's my damn choice gah. I feel like someone is going to get a good stabbing tomorrow. It might be my English teacher.
EDIT: (2:41 AM)
I AM DONE WITH THE STUPID ESSAY. I decided to play up the fact that the essay (and topic) is inherently trite by ending it with a cliché. I couldn't not do it.
Anyway. It's probably time for bed, seeing as I have to be up in four hours. Joy. Why doesn't four rhyme with hour? Or our? Man. Four is a non-conformist word. Or does it rhyme and I just can't tell. I'm really torn. I feel like if it did rhyme I would pronounce it like flower, except with no l. Man if I'd payed attention in Aca Deca I'd totally know what kind of rhyme it is supposed to be. I suck.