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freckles_and_doubt) wrote2012-10-07 05:14 pm
freckles_and_doubt) wrote2012-10-07 05:14 pm
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hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles
I have been marking second-year English essays this weekend, and am pretty much at the stage of ritual suicide. I don't know if it's a particularly bad batch, or if the impending sinus infection is making me unduly pessimistic, or if I've been infected by the Gothic gloom of the topic, but I am genuinely beginning to despair. These are second-year English students. They should, surely, be capable of stringing together a coherent paragraph which presents something vaguely resembling an argument? If I have to deal with another instance of [vague, unsubstantiated and categorical statement] + [unrelated and unexplained quote from the story] presented with a triumphant flourish as though it actually proves something, there is going to be a small, localised space-time explosion and my brain will end up fetchingly festooned around my ears in a manoeuvre not unrelated to Grunthos the Flatulent's lower intestine strangling him in the interests of sanity. Also, these dear children are clearly infecting my sentences. Aargh.
I console myself with Joseph Gordon-Levitt dancing. Adorably. It's very consoling. Right up there with manatees.
I console myself with Joseph Gordon-Levitt dancing. Adorably. It's very consoling. Right up there with manatees.
It must be the night for it
Re: It must be the night for it
Cool! Although I should add for posterity that RHPS is insanely playable, so the silent disco has been interspersed with me dashing to the piano and reeling off a few verses, to the accompaniment of glad cries of "The tonic minor! of course!"
I thought, seeing your subject line, that you were admitting a shared night at horror over frangled arguments. This is much more pleasant.