The assignments have blended together in a wash of misused time and procrastination. I have embarked on a journey of pointless wastes of time and consumption of beer to return hungover and wiser.
The rhetorical analysis was almost fun. The article I chose was annoying; the voice of the writer was angry and arrogant, and the selected questions delved deeply into his message to unveil a happy-go-lucky streak of argumentation. Huzzah.
The short story I am writing for the next assignment has proven to be quite challenging but absolutely hilarious. Flannery O'connor is some fun readin; I am enjoying emulating her style and parodying one of her great works. She'd probably laugh and chalk it up to some kid borrowing her crutches for a couple minutes. Thank you Flannery. I am glad I had this chance to slap the grandmother around; I have been waiting a few years to do it.
Once upon a time, I thought I could make a living writing fiction. The truth arrived through the end of two very inspirational people in my life. My grandmothers passed away last year around this time. They both wanted me to teach. So do I.
I am looking forward to the full version of the zombie fun!! I agree about the rhetorical analysis paper - I was expecting to want to gouge my eyes out with a soup spoon, but instead found myself having a good time writing about my Bleeping article.
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