Writing Wednesday: The Bauer Academic
I'm in the middle of my finals week right now, and I'm busy studying and packing up everything in dorm. So I haven't had much time for writing. Here's something I wrote during the finals week of my Fall '08 semester in high school. I did it in about ten minutes when I was exhausted late at night, and I'm very proud of it.
I feel like an academic Jack Bauer. I stab my knife of accent marks into the arm of a French verb terrorist and he bleeds grammatical accuracy. Me and my gun of Journalistic research break down the doors of experts' e-mail accounts, demand answers. My notebook is my Chloe as I breach the inner walls of a compound code-named "Statistics final". I hop into my Creative Writing SUV, barrel through the plot, characters, and pacing checkpoints and crash into the short story headquarters. I turn the Canterbury Tales switch and cut the Anne Bradstreet wire, disarm the AP Senior English bomb. I hack into the vocabulary test data bank, get the answers to take down the Biomedical Science weapons sect. Folder in hand, I infiltrate clandestine meetings of Psychology drug kings. I'll see you another day, Buchanan. I'm going home to sleep.