Okay. I'm finally posting. I'm not too boring; I'm just too lazy and nothing particularly eventful has happened. Oh, except two large schools in Boston that shall remain nameless are just fucking retarded. They told me that they wouldn't start looking at my application until I sent in an official UConn transcript for the two English classes I took in high school. UConn does not have the transcripts because I took the classes in high school. They're ruining my mirthful holiday season and turning it into a big ball of wintery stress.The school that Puppy goes to, however, actually has humans working in the admissions office rather than droids, and they have already admitted me. Bless their hearts.
In other news, I was looking through my old english binder because Irony and I were talking about funny things drawn on notebooks, because we are stupid. I found some of my old tests and decided it's a good thing that Dr. D liked me because I tended to get snotty towards the end of my essays. For instance, the entire last two paragraphs of one of my Turn of the Screw essays discusses how James uses parenthetical expressions that go on long enough for the reader to forget what the damn subject was. Also, his chapters plod along like someone trying to push a log up a hill in the snow only to heave said log off a cliff at the end of the chapter with maximum force to try and capture the reader's interest. I went on to say that it didn't work and that I rather wished that I was in Turn of the Screw so Ms. Jessel could kill me and put me out of my Freudian-psychobabble-reading misery. I got a 99 on that test, so I'm betting she wasn't too fond of James either. Most of the rest of the binder is poetry analysis and babbling about dactylic trimeter and other such completely useless information and some note from the Fiend about how a girl in our class was dressed like his gramma's house. I miss that class. We did nothing and got college credit for it, much like...actual college.