Got a few more today… and I totally want the student who wrote the third bit to enroll in one of my classes.
I will expose regret for the liar it is.
Animals are not just animals. They are human beings just like us.
Everyone needs someone good with cars, has basic survival knowledge, or knows how to play the ukulele. So I will continue my happy life of being a jack of all trades and master of none. And heck, if none of it gets me a job, at least I will know enough to have a chance at surviving a zombie outbreak. I hear zombies hate the ukulele.
I LOVE these. Zombies do hate the ukulele. I have it on the very best authority; the undead are terrified of tiny guitars.
And the first one. …Well now i am pondering the ways regret lies to us. Regret makes us think “if only” would have resulted in some rosy ending but that is a LIE. just like the cake. The regret is a lie.
American History from a Zenga Tower (little blocks from different areas).
Well, I think that covers the spectrum of life goals pretty much from A to Z…
This one made me chortle at work (holding back a laugh). Thing is, depending on the brother in question, it might even be accurate…
Just found this thread and my thanks, vivalostwages, it is one I will keep an eye on from now on. Priceless.
This sounds like a Doper sig. Whoever wrote it deserves an A in the course and a full-ride scholarship to Juilliard. Or the University of Hawaii, in the Don Ho School of Music.
I just flagged one the other day. It was quite well written, but the guy said that when he got into the habit of smoking two or three bowls a day, he lost his “hideous and obese” wife and “retarded” kids. That wasn’t the problem, though. He had said at the start that voices in his head had been telling him to kill himself, and ended the essay by saying that he has to keep smoking bowls daily to prevent those voices from coming back.
I flagged another last year in which the fellow remarked that life kept dealing him one blow after another and there were some days when he just wanted to put a bullet in his brain.
We can’t force these folks to get help, but we can express concerns and direct them to our resources or refer them to such.
We also get the random “I’m too good to be here taking this stupid writing test/fuck the system/etc.” paragraphs.
If they’re completely off-topic (they were supposed to pick one of three prompts to write about), they have to retest.
If not, we can still evaluate the writing for its strengths or weaknesses regardless of the writer’s bitching.