I remembered today why it was that I used to hate English class so much.
You know, I should have left it at grade 12 English, ended it nicely with a great mark and nice memories. But I had to ruin it and try it again, just so I could remember how terrible those classes are.
The teacher had a quote on the board today and we were supposed to write about what it meant. So, I did.
"Goodness is the only investment that never fails". Goodness is never wasted or worthless. As long as you stay true to yourself, you've succeeded, even if you fail in what you were attempting. I don't know if that's write, but that's what *I* thought it meant. That's all that needed to be said. But then the class gets a little rowdy and the teacher yells "you better all have ten sentences down!".
Ten.
I went out tonight to get a book for a study or whatever we're doing in Creative Writing. I had a nice list of books I wanted to read: "Time Out Of Joint", "Strange Life of Ivan Osokin", "The Door Into Summer", and others. I knew Pamela Des Barres' book was right out, so I didn't bother looking up that one. I made sure to check to make sure they were all over 325 pages, but unfortunately, none were.
Three hundred and twenty five.
Is that what English is about? Word requirements, page requirements? Whatever happened to "quality, not quantity"?
Continuing our tradition of second-grade inspired lessons, we get to bring in our favourite quote tomorrow and put it on a paper and make it look pretty with sparkles and ribbons and things. And while the "L'America" quote is probably my favourite quote, it's apparently not appropriate for this class.
So I decided to do something meaningful. Something that certain people could really take something away from:
Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
February 6, 2008 at 4:51 PM
I must know what animal you would be if you could be one. I'm guessing it's not a duck… QUACK!