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So I just went into one of my English electives and we had a whiteboard dedicated for book suggestions. Normal, right?
Innocent,
Normal,
Except...
Why would you do this?
Suggest this terror to your classmates?
Inflict this suggestion on a unsuspecting visitor?
Chaos? Anarchy? I don't care, but why?
Why would you do this?
TIME TO HYPERFIXATE ON THE PHILOSOPHY BEHIND THIS PAINTING AND ICARUS.
my other English teachers failed me, I didn't understand I could call my writing style Gothic until this year. Now if you will excuse me I have to get back to writing about Miraculous Ladybug. Good day.
Ive been using she/they for the past year and usually everyone calls me she (that I know of) but I had a teacher use they for me for the first time and I was so surprised I didn't register it at first and then I was like 'oh! She's talking about *me* them!'
Idk its a happy memory, figured I'd share with the class
Feelings after working with stupid group mates at school.
Heavy hearts lead to hard nights and even harder starts to the day. Wanting to rip it out and toss the damn thing on the ground...there's got to be an easier way of getting around, more to life than getting by dragging lead dead weight.
English class
If I just write the poem how I want to then the poem will just be 'Roses are red violets are blue. This class sucks, I hate you.' I'll give it to my English teacher in a sealed envelope so it looks fancy and then my teacher will write a poem about disappointment and give it to me
What I do on my notebook during the English classes :D
Quick! I need a bunch of hilariously dumb topic ideas for a persuasive essay to mess with my teacher!
I had such a love hate relationship with An Inspector Calls bcs it is genuinely a great play with a good message but I also hated the way it was taught and I hated Eric so much that it ruined the entire thing for me.
My favourite in a non-complicated way is Jekyl and Hyde. I loved it so much where my friends hated it.
counterpoint to that poll: what was your favorite assigned reading in high school??
7 Mistakes
Prompt: well this was a story i wrote for english class that people wanted me to post so here is my teachers prompt: imagine you find a page torn from a short story that has only two lines, “that’s how i became known as ‘captain.’ the end.”
pairing: it’s up to interpretation. i didn’t define the gender of the narrator, nor if the “ily” was platonic or romantic
tw: major character death, thunderstorms, lmk if there are any other warnings
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We decided to go out on a stormy night. That was my first mistake. He loved the rain, especially in the evening. We did not know it was going to turn into a thunderstorm with choppy water. The evening started out perfectly. He invited me over for dinner, his famous and my favorite fish tacos. When I arrived I noticed the pinks and oranges of the setting sun with gray clouds in the distance. I could not tell if they were really dark or if it was just night settling in. That was my second mistake. As we ate, it started sprinkling and I could see the light in his eyes when he looked at me. I knew where this was going, so I agreed. That was my third mistake.
I helped him clean up and get the boat ready. He just wanted to take the vessel out of the bay to lay on the deck as the rain poured down on our faces. We did this often when we were younger. We would stay out all night, getting him in trouble with his mother, but my parents would never care. He loved his boat and his crew who went fishing with us during the daytime. He told me it was “our” boat and “our” crew, but I always responded that it was him who did all the hard work, even if it was a team effort. I untied the boat from the dock as he situated the blankets on the deck. The rope stuck, like it did not want us, nor the boat, to leave. I should have listened to the warning. That was my fourth mistake.
It started thundering as we left the bay. Thunder was not unusual during a rainstorm, but this time it was loud and all encompassing. It sounded like it came from every direction and shook us to the core. We shared a look, but he decided to stay out on the water claiming it was fine. I should not have listened to him. That was my fifth mistake. The water stayed calm, even after the thunder and the rain picked up. We laid down on the blankets, which quickly soaked through like we were, staring up at the sky. That was when we saw the lightning. He looked over at me, fear in his eyes. I was swift to promise him everything was going to be fine. Promised that we would arrive back safely. That was my sixth mistake.
We hurriedly stood and started sailing back. The waters turned choppy, and looking at him, I saw the same panicked expression. The bay was so close, yet so far away. Buckets of rain poured down, lightning came more frequently, the wind was howling, and our hearts raced. I repeated the mantra of, “Everything is okay. We are going to be fine. We will be safe.” The water was ferocious, almost capsizing the boat multiple times. He was holding onto me when the boat was hit by a large wave causing him to fall over the side. His hold on my wet hand was slipping as another wave rocked the boat. I saw the terror in his blue eyes as I promised I would not let go. His hand slid out of mine as he yelled “I love you” over the howling wind. I did not have a chance to say it back before I saw his head go under. That was my seventh mistake.
I managed to pull the boat into the bay, where the waters were calmer. I sat there crying until sunrise, when the storm calmed. I sailed back to the dock and tied the boat up. One of his - our - no, my, crew members was at the dock. He told me he saw the storm and noticed our - no, my, boat was gone. When the storm cleared, he went to the dock to wait for our return. Then, he asked me where the other half of our pair was. I looked at him with sad eyes and he understood. He gathered the rest of the crew, bringing them back to the dock. I could only gather myself up enough to give them minimal details. Telling me how brave I was, they gave me their sympathy. That’s how I became known as ‘captain.’ The End.
tags: @thefivecalls @meowthefluffy
In my first year of gifted school, I asked my English teacher to look over a paper with me that I was working on for his class. We met in his office and he pulled up the paper on his computer. As we discussed it - me being the easily distractible person I am - I couldn’t help but notice he was scrolling the page using the Page Up/Page Down keys.
I asked, “How come you scroll with the keyboard and not the mousewheel?” “The what?” he replied. He seemed confused, so I showed him what I was talking about. When I finished, he said, “Oh, that’s what that does.”
He used the mouse to scroll for the rest of the time. I still can’t tell if he was joking or not.
When I actually have all of them that I doubt my existence....
No self-proclaimed bookworm has all five:
1. Reading every day
2. A good grade in English class
3. Trying books outside their preferred genre
4. Realistic dating standards
5. The ability to pronounce the words you read
British Manne: From the nascent thoughts of my earliest infancy, I have found the existance of women farcical and the scent of them intolerable.
Junior year English professor with two grandkids, three nose rings, and a ziggy stardust tat on her right buttcheek (ask me after class, honey) : Oh! Oh! A romantíc novelle if ever there was. The great-est love balláde of the West.
Is everyone stupid or do I have a superiority complex from reading books and excelling in english class?
MY ENGLISH TEACHER'S LETTING ME WRITE WHUMP ABOUT A SERIAL KILLER FOR THE FINAL YIPPEEEEE!!!!!!
meme essay
I am currently writing a 5 paragraph essay I found online and relating it back to the current state of our nation…
anyone want to read it when I’m done?
I think it’s a bit homophobic that I had to write an exam on the first day of pride month