Rachel goes to college
Essay based on this grid.
Due tomorrow.
Haven't started.
Have no idea how to start.
All this, coupled with the fact that I think Marx is (or was) an idiot, does not make for easy essay writing.
The essay I'm ok with. It's the starting! I can't start essays! I can't really finish them either, but that doesn't bother me as much. I've been sitting here chewing my pen for the last half hour trying to think of an opening sentence. "I am going to..." what, exactly? Ramble on for three pages about how Marx was a little boy with some crazy ideas, or how Post modernism confuses the living fuck out of me, or what?
Oh, and hooray for teachers who say things they don't mean! I mean, i've explained about my photography teacher, and then last week my English teacher said I had a month to read Frankenstein, and then today she turns around and says "Remember you've got one week left to finish your books!"
Whatthefuckinghell?
And then today my Media teacher set us an essay due for Friday. It's not that I can't do it, just that I'm waaaay too lazy.
Ahahahahaha kill me.
PS: How do you spell... oh my god, I can't even spell it phonetically. Bourjoursie? Bourgeosie? Bourgjourfuckingkillme? Oh my god, brain, wake the hell up.
PPS: I have also come to the conclusion that I don't like Rupert Murdoch at all. Shrewd businessman? Yes. Complete cunt? Yes.
PPPS: This is probably a long shot, I know, but has anyone read one of David Icke's books? If so, what do you think? Worth buying for comedy value?
Due tomorrow.
Haven't started.
Have no idea how to start.
All this, coupled with the fact that I think Marx is (or was) an idiot, does not make for easy essay writing.
The essay I'm ok with. It's the starting! I can't start essays! I can't really finish them either, but that doesn't bother me as much. I've been sitting here chewing my pen for the last half hour trying to think of an opening sentence. "I am going to..." what, exactly? Ramble on for three pages about how Marx was a little boy with some crazy ideas, or how Post modernism confuses the living fuck out of me, or what?
Oh, and hooray for teachers who say things they don't mean! I mean, i've explained about my photography teacher, and then last week my English teacher said I had a month to read Frankenstein, and then today she turns around and says "Remember you've got one week left to finish your books!"
Whatthefuckinghell?
And then today my Media teacher set us an essay due for Friday. It's not that I can't do it, just that I'm waaaay too lazy.
Ahahahahaha kill me.
PS: How do you spell... oh my god, I can't even spell it phonetically. Bourjoursie? Bourgeosie? Bourgjourfuckingkillme? Oh my god, brain, wake the hell up.
PPS: I have also come to the conclusion that I don't like Rupert Murdoch at all. Shrewd businessman? Yes. Complete cunt? Yes.
PPPS: This is probably a long shot, I know, but has anyone read one of David Icke's books? If so, what do you think? Worth buying for comedy value?