Thursday, 10 June 2010

And now for a brief word from a high school poetry notebook I just found...

High school poetry 012
(I'm still basically on hiatus for the next week: grading, cleaning, recovering, etc.  Will be back soon, though, with much about comics as I draft the manuscript.  That said, the above tells you everything you need to know about the state of education in Louisiana.)
Jun 10, 2010 12:14:27 PM

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Adam Roberts

'What a FUCKING idoit'

Superb. I'd wear that on a T-shirt. Genuinely I would.

Posted by: Adam Roberts | Thursday, 10 June 2010 at 12:18 PM

Jonathan M

*applauds* Bravo!

"Mood swings, tempramental" indeed :-)

Posted by: Jonathan M | Thursday, 10 June 2010 at 12:28 PM

Ahistoricality

Those old carbon-based word processing utilities didn't have much of a spellcheck function, did they?

Posted by: Ahistoricality | Thursday, 10 June 2010 at 12:57 PM

alkau

I do believe your feeling have not changed much! Just think how I felt when I found the notes while cleaning at my house. I was wondering how long it would be before you would use them on the blogg. You really have enough writings to fill a year or more of postings or perhaps it is time to write a book!

Posted by: alkau | Thursday, 10 June 2010 at 02:08 PM

Rumor

You'll be submitting that to failblog, naturally? The world must share in this moment!

Posted by: Rumor | Thursday, 10 June 2010 at 03:13 PM

Blake

No, YOU'RE a FUCKING idoit!

Posted by: Blake | Thursday, 10 June 2010 at 06:50 PM

JohnR

Man our kids isn't learning good in Louisana all right. Only an idoit wouldn't know that April, June, Spetmeber and a bunch of other months come after February.
It takes a good speller to know how to spell Febyouary, though.

Posted by: JohnR | Friday, 11 June 2010 at 11:27 AM

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