Anton Chekhov report is 5 weeks or so late. 4 pages, such illiteracy. More important is the computer with its contraptions and begging over-resolve. Shout my short and sweet
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and with the paper: no works cited, no organization, 2 sentence conclusion, i got an "A" and the instructor wishes to keep it for further teaching. hahaha
papa! the estate!theisnotApril 9 2003, 22:53:58 UTC
ok, that shit is so rad. i love when that happens. i can't think of chekov without bringing it back to a very heated dialogue in which my favorite professor (who talks like an academic gay valleyboy it must be noted) went on a rant about, well, see subject and something in there with the working man and the theatre and someone dissing on fucking genet or something... that dialogue was killer. i really like that you brought anton's grandmother into things. man, what the fuck that's so brilliant.
hahah, we studied Melville's Billy Budd also. damn i love that book. i can't believe your guy was a valleygirl. i can't imagine my professors being that interesting. one of them really looked like a cross between like Ron Jeremy and a walrus. amazing.
man. billy bud. i read that in eleventh grade becuase i liked the morrissey song of said title. i think i should read it again becuase i don't remember it for the life of me... yeah. that professor was the prof to end all profs. he looked like jesus, talked like spicolli and, well, always had a funny and poigniant sermon of the anarcho post structuralist variety. the kind of professor who will play a video of himself wacking off to a picture of the fonze in class and seriously ask you if, all things given with the world and system, if being a prostitute is REALLY such a bad idea... when he left my school things just sort of started to go downhill for me.
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i can't think of chekov without bringing it back to a very heated dialogue in which my favorite professor (who talks like an academic gay valleyboy it must be noted) went on a rant about, well, see subject and something in there with the working man and the theatre and someone dissing on fucking genet or something...
that dialogue was killer. i really like that you brought anton's grandmother into things. man, what the fuck that's so brilliant.
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yeah. that professor was the prof to end all profs. he looked like jesus, talked like spicolli and, well, always had a funny and poigniant sermon of the anarcho post structuralist variety. the kind of professor who will play a video of himself wacking off to a picture of the fonze in class and seriously ask you if, all things given with the world and system, if being a prostitute is REALLY such a bad idea...
when he left my school things just sort of started to go downhill for me.
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