In an attempt to be as cool as Emily (or any given member of the Wood family, really) and Quanta, and at the behest of certain aforementioned extremely cool people, I have decided to commence on a blogging journey of my very own. And in honor of this, my inaugural blogural, I have decided to share with you all a very special story.
Once upon a time, I took a class called Introduction to Theatre. It was taught by a magical man named Mr. Blush, who was, at one time in his life, the lucky recipient of a Happy Meal containing not a toy, but a degree in Technical Theater and a teaching license. I wrote a paper for this magical man, and he did not like it. Not one bit. Despite Scotch-tape-like adherence to his guidelines, my paper failed to please him. Thus the first formal paper I had ever written in college met its demise at the hands of a spastic little bald man with a red Bic.
Fast forward to the present day. I'm working on what will be my third big assignment for Baldy McMeanPants. This is an assignment on Hamlet, which I'm currently reading, and I'm stalling on actually writing the paper for fear of it being trashed like the first one. I happen to love Hamlet. It is one of my favorite plays. And the prospect of writing a paper on such a beloved subject, that will almost certainly be red-inked to shreds when I get it back, is almost too much to bear. My only comfort is that this paper will probably not affect my A, since I'm one of about 15 in his class of 137 that actually pays attention.
On the bright side of today, I ate some delicious breakfast. For the first time in a while, I did not have to grab an apple on the way out the door-- I got to have french toast at one of my favorite restaurants, a little Cajun place called Lucile's. They make it with this amazing french bread, and they serve it with their homemade brown sugar maple syrup. Everything you order at this place comes with a giant, piping hot, homemade buiscuit. For your biscuit adorning pleasure, they also provide strawberry/rhubarb jam, orange and red pepper marmalade, and apple butter (all incredibly tasty and, yet again, homemade). It was beyond delicious.
Since college started, I've become increasingly grateful for being able to indulge in the occasional nap, an hour on the grass reading Hamlet, or the extremely rare real breakfast. The things you love are somehow so much more enjoyable when tempered with everyday life. A quick pace makes slowing down, even just a little bit, that much more enjoyable.
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Aww Emily I love you! I'm so excited that you have a blog! Yay yay yay! I'm sorry about your bald teacher, somehow I kept picturing an old WRHS choir teacher, I have no clue why... Inagural blogural hahahah! I'm so way excited to read your hilarious writing! Even if your teacher hates it, I promise to never make it look like I had a jugular bleed out your papers/writing(thats partly because I can't write on my computer screen with a red pen, but mostly because I love your writing =)
Hooray for your blog! I'm so excited to be able to keep up with you! I'm sorry about your paper; that sounds frustrating. You'll kick Hamlet trash, I'm sure. Haha. I definitely agree with you on enjoying the simple pleasures. I feel so caught up by school work sometimes that I feel like I have to give up on some of the things I love and that make me me. Hang in there! We can do it! And keep posting! Peace out, homes.
Hi Emily! I found you on Quanta's blog, and must say I am quite flattered by your reference to the alleged "cool" factor of my family! Love your description of the Happy Meal accredited professor. Oh dear.
I want some of that French toast! Yours is the second blog I've read today with references to this yummy favorite.
Keep blogging!
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