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Natter 58: Let's call Venezuela!
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I have my new computer set up! Finally. Ugh. Now I have to go to bed, and apparently spend the whole weekend getting it to work like I want it to.
double posting and all...
I wish I could have taken AP Spanish Lit. I would have rocked that. I did regular AP Spanish and, due to fucking around the whole year in class, did verrrry poorly.
Our senior year French was supposed to be lit instead of grammar, but our teacher was a completely burned out ex-hippie. Nicest guy ever, but couldn't be bothered with anything. We were supposed to read Les Miserables, and I think maybe one person did. On the quizzes, our teacher accepted grammatically correct sentences even if they didn't answer the question, so you could reply, "The dog turned left," in French and get credit for it, even if the question was, "How did Eponine die?"
I cut that class all the time. Mr. Judd used to flag me down in the hall and let me know if there was a test I couldn't miss.
so you could reply, "The dog turned left," in French and get credit for it, even if the question was, "How did Eponine die?"
Well, maybe the dog cut in front of her.
Snerk.
Poor Mr. Judd. He died of a brain tumor a couple years after I graduated.
I figured if i messed that up, it'd be obvious I didn't read it in Spanish, but I couldn't think of any other examples.
I'm terrible at names in all circumstances, both in person and in books in English. I've written a number of essay questions full of sentences like "Then Johnson's sister and her husband met with her friend from college and her other friend with red hair..."
I wrote my AP English exam essay on Nicholas Nickleby, and couldn't remember the name of Wackford Squeers. I wrote a whole essay about "the schoolmaster" and how Nicholas beat his butt in righteous fashion, blah blah social activismcakes, and could not come up with the name.
The name is WACKFORD SQUEERS. It isn't like I was trying to remember if it was Bob Rodriguez or Bob Gonzalez, you know?
Heh. I think that's basically what I ended up doing, Ginger...being like "the mother in the story blah blah blah" rather than using her name.
What's odd is realizing I could do all this stuff in high school that I can't do now--read complex Spanish stories, do calculus and chemistry, get up to catch a 6:40 bus every morning...