Dear
diary
Today was my first day at Maycomb
Elementary School I taught the first grade. To start off with the day I read a
story about a cat. Most of the children I think enjoyed it. Next I wrote up the
alphabet on the black board in large capital letters. Most of the students in
the first grade new what it was so I asked Jean Louise to read it and she
read very well but was very stubborn especially when I told her to stop
learning from her father she spoke back to me and told me that ever since she
was born she could read. But what does she know she didn't go to college like
me.
Miss Caroline Fisher
Dear
diary
If you are reading this then you were probably born as a scrunched up ball. On your fifteenth birthday your transformation turned you into a woman you were not meant to be. To fix this you need to do the following: When you wake up tomorrow you will be repeating the day of your 15th birthday, only this time you must do things differently. At school, instead of sitting by yourself at lunch, look around you. What you see then will make you realise something important. Without that knowledge you won’t be able to be transformed into the woman you are meant to be. If you are reading this then... |
Dear Mother and Tim,
I hope this letter will reach you safely. I will be coming home soon, but a lot of things have been going on. The British has been killing. We are in our home town so maybe we can meet up somewhere. By the way how has father been because I haven't seen him lately? Also can you tell Betsy Read I said hi and I miss her to?When you get this letter, please write back.
P.S. I miss you guys a lot.
Love,Sam Letter to family-Rylee | Dear Family,
I hope this letter finds you all well. I am doing fine. I spend my days on the battle field but they are going quickly. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else because I believe in our cause.
Love to you all,
Billy Butterfinger Billy Butterfinger |
Dear Nate The Great,
Hello! How are you and your family? I am writing to you because there has been a terrible tragedy in our family. Nate The Great Letter | And so have many others. We have formed a stronghold in the town of "??????????", directly east of the location of this note. We have food, weapons and company. All are welcome, no discrimination. We are all survivors in this harsh world, and we will fight for a future where we can restore order.
The infected have killed many of us. But we will prevail.
- The Survivors And so have many others We... |
All things move toward their end
I knew before I met her that I would lose her
I swear I made every effort to be good to her
I made every effort not to abuse her
Crazy bracelets on her wrists and her ankles
And the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle
All things move toward their... | You invaded my private world with your beautiful smile and understanding heart, And I wondered to myself that you were different right from the very start. You listened without judgement to what I had about me to say, And even after I was done with the good, the bad, the ugly you still didn't run away. We developed a friendship with trust, with no walls to build or guard, We decided to leave the past behind and step into the good that could be no matter our discomfort or how hard. God mad everything beautiful, precious and new just as beautiful and precious as the day will be, when I look into your eyes and say, "I love you"
I love you |
Dear George Washington, | You have been stranded on a deserted island along with the rest of your classmates. Nobody knows you are here. You have no reason to believe you will be rescued anytime soon...if at all.
You have been divided into two separate tribes. The objectives of both tribes are what would be expected: survive and hopefully attract the attention of a rescuing party. It will be your choice whether to work in cooperation or in competition wit the other tribe in order to accomplish these objectives.
Your tribe's first task is to choose a leader. This is not as simple as it sounds. Your tribe leader will, at times, have the responsibility of making decisions even when the rest of your tribe disagrees or is incapable of making them. Carefully consider each tribe member's strengths and weaknesses and come to a decision. You will be asked to explain why you chose this person. You have been stranded on... |
A vintage yet not so antique curse.
Farheen Ahmed, 20 - A curator of everything vintage and antique. So here I am with a vintage letter, hoping this entices you enough to give it a good read. (No emoticons/ emojis used because obviously, they are neither vintage nor antique)
The title is dramatic, yes, but in the most truest form possible.
I have a curse, 'vintage' because i have been dealing with it for long but 'not so antique' because luckily I know people who have the same curse, a CURSE TO BE EXPRESSIVE.
So what does this curse do?
It restricts me from emotions like Let Go, Big deal, Doesn't Matter or I give a fuck.
It makes sure that I'm constantly kept in thoughts about things I have no control of.
It will make my life a living hell (for sometime at least) if I don't spill out each and every word, thoughts and emotions.
The following things are just said to live it up to my curse, hence attain some peace about it.
To start with the hardest thing: I like you, as much as someone can do on tinder (for a day) and on WhatsApp (for... hmmmmmm... that's a tricky one to say).
You're 20, you play polo (which is the coolest thing. I dont know any other girl who plays polo). You are already an entrepreneur and you are so focused about your work (I adore you for it, as mentioned a hundred times before). yes, for the above mentioned awesomeness, the credit goes to me and my stalking skills.
And then we spoke, man you sound sweet!!! genuine, concerned and chivalrous. You cook mutton biryani, I mean what else can you do? Or... What else is left to do sounds more appropriate.
Let's go back to where it all started..
Out first chat: you mentioned on day one that you are a very busy person. To which, my response was 'I am from Bombay, frequent Delhi for work , blah blah blah, is it worth your time? And you responded with your mobile number. Cool!
I dint really pay much attention to you until I saw a text from you, on the night before I leave for Bombay, saying "I was contemplating we could talk over the phone once". I was flattered!
The conclusion after the call: This girl is just wow! Interesting........
Touchdown Bombay: back to routine, friends, family, Bruno, a happier work place with like minded people around and a thought of never going to Delhi again, hopefully.
But then 'Karan we need you in Delhi again, major crisis" - a humble request by my CEO. And in my mind, Pros and Cons baby, pros and con's... Final count: Cons - Infinite / Pros - #1 Farheen (She will be a highlight for this trip, show you around and maybe she charms you enough to not care about the cons). #2 Professionally a better opportunity to stand out amongst the rest in the team.
Touchdown Delhi:
*Indifferent about the pros, Farheen has been taking you for granted, because obviously you are in Bombay and there is no hope for anything fruitful to happen, let's tell her you're in Delhi, fingers crossed*
The response: "I could have jumped on my bed with joy when I saw your snapchat, but I wasn't on bed", " I felt so bad when you left last time, I was like shit I wanted to meet this guy but anyway, he is in Bombay and not coming back, and now look you are here", "I wanna show you so many places, the river side, the nameless restaurant", " I have so much work to do, so many assignments, but I will keep all that away and make time for you"
In my mind: WOW!!!
*sings 'I'm so excited.. No need to hide it' ...
'Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Staying Alive , Staying Alive'
And a couple of more songs.
Today:
Right, definitely completely opposite to what I felt the day I got here .. Sings 'What a wicked game to play to make me this way... What a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you... And I want to fall in love (this world is going to break your heart)'
One of my favorite song, hear it once, its beautiful.
Days in Delhi passed by initially looking forward to what you got in store for me, then my sister came in, we visited some really good restaurant and I decided to take you to a couple of them. (Pot Belly Cafe, Yeti Himalayan cuisine and Bottle soda, a parsi restaurant at cyber city). Also I thought of this letter for the 1st time on sunday the 15th of feb when I was in pot belly cafe. Some how I was confident of not hearing from you the entire week.
Final words
I adore you, and I will continue to do so because it has nothing to do with my expectation. You are adorable!
I know you told me that you are terrible in this - maintaining relations or talking to people but I tried as hard as I could to help you out with that.
I have certain belief
#1 No one is busy, it's all about priorities
#2 A greeting a day can make wonders happen
#3 No one needs the other person, its all about the want.
I have been working since I was 17, started in a call center, working 16 hours a day (double shift) for half of each month, would barely manage to sleep 4 hours a day. I know how busy one can get.
All said and done, finally out of the curse when it comes to Farheen Ahmed, can now let go, at least until I'm back in Delhi, which I pray to never happen again (I'm done with it now, no more pros, you see)
I do hope to meet you someday in Mumbai or anywhere else in the world. Whenever or where ever it is, I swear I'll be a call away! That's all it will take. Get mutton biryani when you come to Bombay. And yes, I haven't forgotten about Goa, I'll be up for that too.
All the best Farheen with your work, you will have me as a client soon or at least get stuff for others. I had planned to send you pics of vintage bikes from IBW, but couldn't go as Im in Delhi, however will get it from someone and share it with you.
Bye Farheen *kisses, hugs* (As I said, no emoticons)
P.S: I have a folder in my phone with a single pic of each girl (Girlfriends, flings, anyone and everyone special to me, whether for a minute, day or years). You have been added to it.
This was written on Friday the 19th of Feb, will be sent on Monday or Tuesday as I get my laptop back from service. Need to make it look vintage.
Just message me 'I did read all of it' (Exact Words) when you finish reading.
Loads of adoration,
- You know who. A vintage yet not so antique... | ******A vintage yet not so antique curse******
Farheen Ahmed, 20 - A curator of everything vintage and antique. So here I am with a vintage letter, hoping this entices you enough to give it a good read. (No emoticons/ emojis used because obviously, they are neither vintage nor antique)
The title is dramatic, yes, but in the most truest form possible.
I have a curse, 'vintage' because i have been dealing with it for long but 'not so antique' because luckily I know people who have the same curse, a CURSE TO BE EXPRESSIVE.
So what does this curse do?
It restricts me from emotions like Let Go, Big deal, Doesn't Matter or I give a fuck.
It makes sure that I'm constantly kept in thoughts about things I have no control of.
It will make my life a living hell (for sometime at least) if I don't spill out each and every word, thoughts and emotions.
The following things are just said to live it up to my curse, hence attain some peace about it.
To start with the hardest thing: I like you, as much as someone can do on tinder (for a day) and on WhatsApp (for... hmmmmmm... that's a tricky one to say).
You're 20, you play polo (which is the coolest thing. I dont know any other girl who plays polo). You are already an entrepreneur and you are so focused about your work (I adore you for it, as mentioned a hundred times before). yes, for the above mentioned awesomeness, the credit goes to me and my stalking skills.
And then we spoke, man you sound sweet!!! genuine, concerned and chivalrous. You cook mutton biryani, I mean what else can you do? Or... What else is left to do sounds more appropriate.
Let's go back to where it all started...
Out first chat: you mentioned on day one that you are a very busy person. To which, my response was 'I am from Bombay, frequent Delhi for work , blah blah blah, is it worth your time? And you responded with your mobile number. Cool!
I dint really pay much attention to you until I saw a text from you on the night before I leave for Bombay, saying "I was contemplating we could talk over the phone once". I was flattered!
The conclusion after the call: This girl is just wow! Interesting........
Touchdown Bombay: back to routine, friends, family, Bruno, a happier work place with like minded people around and a thought of never going to Delhi again, hopefully.
But then 'Karan we need you in Delhi again, major crisis" - a humble request by my CEO. And in my mind, Pros and Cons baby, pros and con's... Final count: Cons - Infinite / Pros - #1 Farheen (She will be a highlight for this trip, show you around and maybe she charms you enough to not care about the cons). #2 Professionally a better opportunity to stand out amongst the rest in the team.
Touchdown Delhi:
*Indifferent about the pros, Farheen has been taking you for granted, because obviously you are in Bombay and there is no hope for anything fruitful to happen, let's tell her you're in Delhi, fingers crossed*
The response: "I could have jumped on my bed with joy when I saw your snapchat, but I wasn't on bed", " I felt so bad when you left last time, I was like shit I wanted to meet this guy but anyway, he is in Bombay and not coming back, and now look you are here", "I wanna show you so many places, the river side, the nameless restaurant", " I have so much work to do, so many assignments, but I will keep all that away and make time for you"
In my mind: WOW!!!
*sings 'I'm so excited.. No need to hide it' ...
'Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Staying Alive , Staying Alive'
And a couple of more songs.
Today:
Right, definitely completely opposite to what I felt the day I got here .. Sings 'What a wicked game to play to make me this way... What a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you... And I want to fall in love (this world is going to break your heart)'
One of my favorite song, hear it once, its beautiful.
Days in Delhi passed by initially looking forward to what you got in store for me, then my sister came in, we visited some really good restaurant and I decided to take you to a couple of them. (Pot Belly Cafe, Yeti Himalayan cuisine and Bottle soda, a parsi restaurant at cyber city). Also I thought of this letter for the 1st time on Sunday the 15th of Feb when I was in pot belly cafe. Some how I was confident of not hearing from you the entire week.
Final words
I adore you, and I will continue to do so because it has nothing to do with my expectation. You are adorable!
I know you told me that you are terrible in this - maintaining relations or talking to people but I tried as hard as I could to help you out with that.
I have certain beliefs
#1 No one is busy, it's all about priorities
#2 A greeting a day can make wonders happen
#3 No one needs the other person, its all about the want.
I have been working since I was 17, started in a call center, working 16 hours a day (double shift) for half of each month, would barely manage to sleep 4 hours a day. I know how busy one can get.
All said and done, finally out of the curse when it comes to Farheen Ahmed, can now let go, at least until I'm back in Delhi, which I pray to never happen again (I'm done with it now, no more pros, you see)
I do hope to meet you someday in Mumbai or anywhere else in the world. Whenever or where ever it is, I swear I'll be a call away! That's all it will take. Get mutton biryani when you come to Bombay. And yes, I haven't forgotten about Goa, I'll be up for that too.
All the best Farheen with your work, you will have me as a client soon or at least get stuff for others. I had planned to send you pics of vintage bikes from IBW, but couldn't go as Im in Delhi, however will get it from someone and share it with you.
Bye Farheen *kisses, hugs* (As I said, no emoticons)
P.S: I have a folder in my phone with a single pic of each girl (Girlfriends, flings, anyone and everyone special to me, whether for a minute, day or years). You have been added to it.
This was written on Friday the 19th of Feb, will be sent on Monday or Tuesday as I get my laptop back from service. Need to make it look vintage.
Just message me 'I did read all of it' (Exact Words) when you finish reading.
Loads of adoration,
- You know who. A vintage yet not so antique... |
Chère Mademoiselle,
J’ai vu ton profil dans faitpourlunetautre.com. Tu avais dit que tu cherches une fille qui est à la fac. J’allais à l’université de Nottingham en 2010-2014. J’ai démangé à Los Angeles pour trouver du boulot. Je suis acteur. Je serai dans un film, qui s’appelle Divergent. Je gagne un million de dollars chaque année. Je ne m’inquiète pas de l’argent. Il faut que tu veuilles me rencontrer. Je voudrais me donner rendez- vous.
Bien à toi!
Theo
 Chère Mademoiselle,
J’ai... |
I'll use my magic in this muggle weather,
To create some sunshine and bliss,
Wingardium Leviosa, my little,
you have me as your BIG sis!
You many not know me very well,
In fact, we never actually spoke,
But come to Theta at 7:45pm
and I'll remove my invisibility cloak!
-Your Biggie I would have gone to Hogwarts... |
Dear Fortis Diamondfist,
Greetings, my friend! I hope you are well. I have some new I wish to share with you!
After the ball had concluded I had gone back to my work site. I had been excavating an old castle nearest the great alligator known as 'Allie'. My crew had been digging at the ruin for months trying to get whatever was inside out for study when we had come across something quite shocking! I am not open to discuss these findings over a letter for fear that it may fall into the wrong hands.
Please, if you are not incapable of doing so; visit me in my home north-east of the great clam pearl so we can discuss these matters!
I await your arrival.
Your's truly,
Professor Archibald Levi Longhurst Dear Fortis Diamondfist,
Greetings,... | Adventurer,
Word's out that you are looking for work. We are a group of associates that gets things done.
Our help has been requested to keep Hoelbrak safe from Icebrood incursions. I am the only one that can be spared this side of Blazeridge. So I need your eyes and feet. There will be payment.
If you are interested, meet me tomorrow evening at the Hero's Compass. Bring friends.
Signed,
Sin Slavei
49 Season of the Zephyr 1328 AE Adventurer,
Word's out... |
| Sweetheart,
When I don't see you, I don't miss you,
I just place my hand over my heart and it's there
I will find you, because even though you are out of my sight, you will never be out of my heart.
 Missing You |
Welcome Miss Alexis.
My name is Patrycjusz Ostrowski and im magizoology student from Poland. My interset's are especialy concern on types of fauna and flora that condure magic. You see im a wandmaking ethusiast.
But you surly wonder why im wrighting to you, in Balt Medin there was a penpal idea to wright to other student's and then I got Your address. I did not wright, because... let's say that it was difficult time for me. Buy few days ago I read about you in newspaper and thought that this must be a sign!
Can you tell me about your trip? Maybe you found some exotic species!
Best regards Patrycjusz Ostrowski!
PS. How in Brasil they treat Warewolfs? Patrycjusz Ostrowski Owl | Dearest Laura,
“Hello – Goodbye!” In my desire to get away from that dreaded house and from Mother’s “Rise and Shine”, I left you. I am sorry. I am sorry for breaking your glass menagerie, but I hope you have moved. Blow out the candle, climb the fire escape, and find yourself a gentleman caller. Unlike you or Mother, I understand our Father. Just like him, I am bound for adventure. My life is worth more than working all day in that Continental Shoemakers for sixty-five a month. James O’Connor used to call me “Shakespeare” because I love writing poetry. I never told you this, but when O’Connor visited the house and the lights went out, that was because I did not pay the electricity bill. I used the money to join the Union of Merchant Seamen. Laura, I do not regret my actions. I am sorry for leaving you behind, but I hope you grow up and make a life for yourself. The candles, the house, the glass menagerie: all have been a comforting escape from reality where you can ignore the real world. Now, I hope the candles have long since been extinguished, the glass menagerie broken, and the fire escape used to escape the house.
Sincerely,
Tom Wingfield
Dearest Laura,
“Hello –... |
I remember the first time I saw you
I remember the first time we spoke
I remember the way you talked I remember the way you walked
I remember your look I remember your touch
I remember the farewell night I remember the first date
All of this time I was unaware of my fate.
I remember the day I fell in love with you I remember the day you asked me to be with you
I remember our first fight I remember our first kiss
I remember every goodbye
I remember the longing and the pain
10 years later, I love you more than words can explain.
I remember the first time... | I remember the first time I saw you
I remember the first time we spoke
I remember the way you talked
I remember the way you walked
I remember your look
i remember your touch
I remember the farewell night
I remember the first date
All of this time I was unaware of my fate.
I remember the day I fell in love with you
I remember the day you asked me to be with you
I remember our first fight
I remember our first kiss
I remember every goodbye
I remember the longing and the pain
10 years later, I love you more than words can explain.
I remember the first time... |
14 Feb 2015
I REMEMBER
I remember the first time I saw you
I remember the first time we spoke
I remember the way you talked
I remember the way you walked
I remember your look I remember your touch
I remember the farewell night
I remember the first date
All of this time I was unaware of my fate
I remember the day I fell in love with you
I remember the day you asked me to be with you
I remember our first kiss
I remember our first fight
I remember every goodbye
I remember the longing and the pain
10 years later, I love you more than words can explain
14 Feb 2015 I REMEMBER
I... | To the man with whom I have always known is the one I would want to love for the rest of my life, Mr awesome!
Clarity I have now, that I didn’t once before, “to love is to be”. To feel ‘in love’ is a fruit that is only produced from the action of loving; this feeling is perpetually recaptured.
So today, although I am very much “in love” with you, it is not the feeling I want to profess.
It is the love that I want to affirm. You captivate me, in the most wonderful way.
You have made me the happiest person in the world, and as I love you utterly, so have you now become a significant part of me. It is beside and beyond anything that you could do for me; it lies in what you are, Mr awesome — to me so infinitely lovely that to be with you, make you happy and improve is fulfilment and happiness itself.
Some wise words I have encountered during my search for improvement, “I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability to elevate one’s life by constant endeavour”,
Let us make and keep our love more beautiful than any love has ever been before,
Happy St Valentine’s day, mein Liebling!
From your best friend forever,
Je t’adore.
Veronica
PS: Too fruity for you! But I mean it, from me to you.
 To the man with whom I have... |
Hi Monika!
How your break from school is going? You stayed at Balt Medin for another year?
I got to Czocha Colleg of Wizardy and im very exiced! Two days ago I found that at the same year in my magizoology class at Czocha and on the same year ther will study daughter of Ms. Delacroix! Im so excited! You know how I love work of Delacroix Wandmakers!
Im a bit nervous cos She is pure blood and you know how those pure blood often react for half blood expecialy poor ones.
But enought of me! Please respond and awser to my questions, we heaven't got time to talk for so long!
Balt Medin friend Patrycjusz Ostrowski Czocha Owling | To my sweetheart.
I miss you, you know that. I haven't been too great,but apart from killing my fiance and being stuck in this shithole with a bunch of idiots, i met someone, i'm guessing a little more special then the other fuckers here.
If you hate it so much, come back. You can always have a home here. Kura misses you too, she has a Daugher and a Son, Vivian Cecilia and Starling Lucian.
Ask more questions if you wanna know, i could never be angry at you, i am just a little hot headed, i regret every thing i said to you. Maybe you could bring me home as a suitor.
Much love
Jacob. :3 And Hedwig. To my sweetheart
I miss... |
My love for you is kept inside
I'll kept it in my heart to hide
but if you ask I never lied
my love for you will never die
I'll remember you forever more
your eye, your hair, your face and all, your smile is always on my mind your heart I will again find.
I shared my life with you,as one instead of two, to laugh to love forever together....
Christine my love for will last forever.
My wonderful wife
I know your missing me, im missing you too but if you look high to the sky I'm shining over you.
Love you forever and always
Alan xxx
My love for you is kept inside
I'll... | Dear Cupcake,
I would’ve sent all this tomorrow but thought I’d save you 101 questions from mom and dad. I’ve never written a letter like this so bear with me.
Your probably either blushing or a tad angry at the moment but I was going to do this anyway. I know things are not and cannot be serious between us but it doesn’t mean I can’t do something special. Whatever I gave you today was purely to put a smile on your face and remind you that a silly billy like me cares a lot about you.
I know you get worked up when I say something deep towards you and you respond with “I’ve only known you for 2-3 months.” For some people, yes it can take years to build trust for them but you just had this warmth feeling that got me and I’m not talking about the night at longroom hehe. I’m normally a pretty closed off person and won’t open up to others but with you, I can tell you things I’ve never told others.
I’m probably on borrowed time with you before you fly off somewhere far but I just didn’t want to have that regret of what I could’ve or should’ve done to make you happy. It’s not the monetary value of what I gave you today but more of the effort and thought I want you to think off.
I’m sorry that I can come off as needy sometimes or worry a bit too much but you know that no one is perfect. I’m just a simple man trying to male my ideal woman smile. This is not intended to get a sweet response or get something from you in return. You’ve been having some rough time with stuff so just wanted you to go “eeeeeeeeeeeeeee” Anyway I shall stop scribbling.
Buttercup xx
Ps: Hand writing is terrible hence why I typed.
Dear Cupcake,
I would’ve... |
Standing before thee, and perpetrate to mine perverted soul, to manifest the hidden abhorrence and disquietude, to disclose the somniferous innate, and unlatch its torpid nature. Hither I stand before thee, revealing my transgression and lifting the burden that hath become engraved within.
I repent to my sin of indolence by which forsooth I have spent many hundreds, nay thousands forenoon slumbering under the dusky birch. Under its unwinding gusts, I sought to lengthen the frame, relishing on the slushy and tranquilizing ground.
Relentlessly, I have rejected no contingency of relaxing the somniferous trait embedded within the soul and roaming with the phantoms.
Showing the subtile acuteness of disclaiming momentous work, slothfully I perforce my frame under the consolation of the quietude birch.
I have bethought for this to perpetuate while rejecting the sooth of the reality. For this I hast not only, disregarded domestic nay disobeyed the sanctity. Not cogitating my health, nor regard for wholesome, I have cheerily enjoyed this slumber yet abominating nature.
Seemingly, degenerated by the delight and perplex and completely in accord to even abstruse to find animadversion. For all these crimes have completely annihilated my soul leaving it no longer pristine. At this very moment while suffering from pain, my mind has become ingrained with my soul. I held myself accountable for this sin and declare myself to the authority and just prithee for mercy on this unmalleable soul.
Standing before thee, and... | Prithee my worthies, and harken to hear my tale as I stand before thee, to unburden my restless, fretful soul; to unleash the wretched thing that is my twisted, tortured heart; to unlatch the closed realm that is my troubled conscience; in short, through my presence here, forced by the weight of my repeated transgression, I wish to reveal the true depth of my sinister character.
I repent my sin of being a Teacher of Language and Literature, by which heretofore I have rendered many hundreds, nay, thousands of apt pupils nearly senseless, assaulted by an abundance of assignments, hindered by heaps of homework, and devoured by demonic deadlines.
Relentlessly I hath required that the young scholars, with whom I have been charged with providing education, guidance, and encouragement, arise to daily challenges of analysis, interpretation, elocution, and inscription.
Obstinately, I hath planned lesson upon lesson, based on the elements of novels, drama,--yea--even poetry, in a painstaking attempt to aid the students’ scrutiny of classic as well as contemporary texts and the subsequent articulation of their understanding in the form of various commentary, whether it be verbal or written, or otherwise.
Seemingly without care nor regard for the children’s health and well-being, I hath stripped away the sheer pleasure of reading a passage and providing monosyllabic responses for the much-sought-after-top-marks, and replaced the established standard with a more mature and developed expectation of excellence.
For all these crimes against adolescence, I humbly submit myself to thy judgment, and pray that thou hath mercy on my literary soul.
Prithee my worthies, and harken... |
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