News from the indentured servant Brother-Unit down Florida way. He's stuck grading papers tonight, poor boob.
His university freshmen composition class was given a wide array of "protest songs" to analyze -- an assignment that he hoped would stoke the fires of creative lucidity. Instead:
I'm grading some papers dealing with the protest songs, and I figured we could both use some levity on this election day.
Apparently, a student writing about "Ohio" noted that she didn't think that those students, and students in general, should have been/should be shot. Bravo! I'm all for that, even though Florida law now allows me to carry a gun in the trunk of my car! So now I guess I should buy a gun and don some National Guard paraphernalia. And then I can keep both in the trunk of my aging Echo!
Just a few weeks back, he waxed nostalgic about his own writing prowess as a Freshman math major:
[The article you forwarded] reminds me of a line I wrote in my first year of college, and which I use as a warning to those hooked on the dictionary and the thesaurus:
The canine traversed the thoroughfare.
The professor circled the line and added the following:
Who talks like that?
Who indeed?
With love,
Grader Boob
I loves my brothers, I does.
Good good good......
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