A-drew edited my Piece! Of! Crap! research paper last night and, with a few easy changes, turned it into a Not! Too! Crappy! research paper. I'm writing Left Hand (bass) parts for my composition and considering the short stories of Gabriel G. Marquez this weekend, getting ready for the big Essay Question Of TERROR next week.
And then you know what? I'm taking the summer off.
That's right! No fundamentals of Geology. No introduction to Anatomy. No more teachers dirty looks. I'm going to shuffle doughnuts, wear out my bathing suit, and hula hoop like my life depends on it.
Not! Too! Crappy!
Posted by Sonya at June 3, 2005 03:43 PMI just read my first Gabriel G. Marquez novel last week (Love in the Time of Cholera). Amazing! How is it that every school-kid reads Billy Budd and The Scarlet Letter, but not Marquez?
Enjoy your summer off from school. Try to spend at least one evening driving around with friends, looking for the pond with the rope-swing. (I heard about it from one of the juniors, who heard about it from one of the seniors.)
Posted by: bryant at June 6, 2005 05:53 AM
Because if a school board were to require students to read, say, 100 Years of Solitude, the parental outcry over the work's "obscenity" and subsequent insistence on its removal would be rapid and emphatic.
Although I submit that geeky kids (like I was) who dig fantasy fiction are a natural fit for Magical Realism.
Posted by: flamingbanjo at June 6, 2005 09:37 AM