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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 15, 2006 20:29:17 GMT -5
One day I want to write one on a book that doesn't exist, just to see if anyone notices. I heard of a dude who did just that. During a test, he had to write two essay questions on two books from different reading lists--but he'd accidentally read two on the one reading list, so for the second question, he MADE UP A BOOK; characters, plot, foreshadowing and other literary devices, everything, and wrote his second essay question on it. Got an A-minus on the test. And that, children, is what's known as balls of brass. |
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Post by Sydney on Oct 15, 2006 20:32:08 GMT -5
WOW. Your friend should just end up writing that fake book! Do you know what it was about?
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Post by Belladonna on Oct 15, 2006 20:36:58 GMT -5
That is seriously amazing. That was like the guy who took a philosphy test and was the only one to pass it. The question: 'Define what it means to take a risk' and the guy answered 'This is to take a risk'. Amazing!
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 15, 2006 20:58:25 GMT -5
Or like the classic philosophy test:
Question: "Why?"
Answer: "Why not?"
A+ !
Sadly, I don't know what the "book" was about. It's one of those friend-of-a-friend things. Only it's a pretty reliable source, and I've never heard anything else like it.
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Post by Belladonna on Oct 15, 2006 20:59:50 GMT -5
I love that. If I wasn't such a test spazz, that's how I would answer every essay question.
Have to go so my dad isn't suspicious of nightly internet activity- I'll be back in 10 minutes.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 15, 2006 21:24:43 GMT -5
Continuing slogging through projects. Ugh.
My prof has said that of her two drama workshop classes, one is the death/funeral class, and the other is the sex class.
Guess which one I'm in.
I'm up to my ears in hookers, jaded 20-somethings smoking cigarettes and talking about sex toys, trans-everythings and experimental teenagers. *headdesk* The farthest things got from sex was some chick in her panties dealing with time-travel and coughing up blood in something very much like a bad drug trip with no plot.
Anyone else's homework make them wanna barf?
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Post by Sydney on Oct 15, 2006 21:25:54 GMT -5
Wow...O.o
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Post by Belladonna on Oct 15, 2006 21:27:08 GMT -5
...In The Mermaid Chair, they keep describing the mom's chopped-off finger in excruciating detail. Over and over and over. And then when you think it's over, she chops off another finger and it starts again. But, um, you win that one.
So Flavor of Love is a very addicting show. I want Flav to drop New York on her butt and run off with Deelishis. Though why any of them are hanging around with Flavor Flav, I don't know. Ew.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 15, 2006 22:45:07 GMT -5
Yeah...Flava is just...ew. Old. And wears clocks. Which apparently turns some dumb money-grubbing witches on.
And I've stopped measuring my homework in pages and started measuring in weight.
I checked--and I've done an even three pounds of homework today. Three pounds. I checked on the bathroom scale.
And then the pile of paper fell on my head through a bizzare kind of homework-hates-me-as-much-as-I-hate-it kind of chain of events.
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Post by Francis on Oct 16, 2006 13:36:56 GMT -5
Timeline is on the tv!
*drools*
Wait, I hated that movie. So the question is, do I watch it and mock (and drool over Paul Walker and Gerrie) or watch Hollands Next Top model.
Choices.....choices.
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Post by Ramsey on Oct 16, 2006 15:30:00 GMT -5
Oh no, you guys... I'm feeling the urge to make a new character... should I fight it, or should I let my darker side give in? I don't even know what character, just that I want another one. Suggestions?
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Post by magenta on Oct 16, 2006 16:59:31 GMT -5
Well, SOMEONE needs to make the Marquis de Sade...
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Post by kayte on Oct 16, 2006 20:04:24 GMT -5
Da, da, daaaa...my bio teacher can't give me any homework tomorrow...haha...because I'm taking the PSAT on Wednesday. No Bio for an entire day...wow...that's a beautiful thought right there.
I mean, seriously, hooray. I finally get a day where I can go to lunch without having seen horrible pictures of people dying of smallpox 5 minutes before I dig in to my cookie. YAY!
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Post by Susanna on Oct 16, 2006 20:08:34 GMT -5
OMG...talking about Bio teachers from hell...
I had this bio teacher last year that didn't teach us JACKDIDDLYSQUAT! All he did for the first semester is NOTHING and for the 2nd, he just showed us sick pictures of victims of the flesh eating bacteria. UGH!
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Post by Arielle on Oct 16, 2006 20:39:39 GMT -5
Ugh, gross. I only have Bio for one semester because they're cramming biology and chemistry into the same year so that we can take 2 years of real-IB science classes. I hate it! I really hate having class every day, we always start so much work that we seriously can't finish because the teacher gives us 5 million pages of notes to take, plus a 4-page writeup for every lab, and with everything...nothing is ever done. I'm making up sooo many labs for her...grrr...
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