Looking at the 3 red marks on my “C” paper, I started to finally realize that English is a pointless class. So far I don’t think I’ve ever been taught how to write a paper. It’s just the same bullshit where I’m assigned a 5 page paper and get 3 mispelling errors handed back to me with a bright red “C” on it.
I did however realize that writing is like Art. Some people have the gift, and others just blow at it no matter how hard they try. English teachers are like Art critics. Somehow Samuel Colderidge, under the influence of opium, can write something brilliant, because I’m sure he ment to use all of the symbols and paradoxes. Does it surprise anyone that our “greatest” poets were fucking high all the time? It’s all bullshit.
