Tuesday, March 25, 2003
at 6:22 PMA Dormant Moth
In English class the past few days we analyzed Advanced Placement essay responses to Eavon Boland's poem, "It's A Woman's World". I grew weary of that poem even as I first read it, which probably explains (partially) why my essay received an all-time low score of "4". Today we advanced to May Swenson's "The Centaur", which I found more appealing to my literary senses.
Before I take the exam this year, I need to review all those rhetorical terms Mrs. Norwood provided us. As she herself admitted this afternoon, she never taught us how and when to use "litotes" or "hyperbole" in our analyzations. The essay responses this round must have been particularly noxious, as she intends finally to address our writing style problems.
Today, in celebration of The Mongoloid's sixteenth birthday, we deposited my most recent paycheck, at Best Buy purchased useless goods for The Mongoloid, and at CiCi's Pizza consumed an unhealthful meal.
I must type newspaper interviews to give Coach Bruno about his student leadership class, whatever that is. Mr. Powers informed me I must write an unbiased story about a class full of jocks, girls who like to leech onto jocks, and a coach teacher who spends class time expounding war stories. How thrilling. My other story assignment concerns this year's student-directed play, about which I must interrogate Joe Manak at some point this week.
I compete at District UIL this weekend. Mrs. Levine, the Ready-Writing sponsor, probably feels no small amount of animosity toward me, because I ignored the announcements to bring her my prompt-responsive essays. I did not devote the time to writing any. Oh, well.
