Damn you to hell. You've made me miserable all year with your awful English class. Your incoherrent ramblings, your awful reading, your lateness, your glibness, your abject inability to answer any question that doesn't pertain to the Lord of the Rings or Tolkien. Damn you for the "awkward" you write all over my essays in red ink, the attendence you take and the giggling you erupt in over descriptions of lasivious behaviour in ancient sonnets. Damn you for your dirty grey fishermans sweaters and your sagging pants, and get your adnoids removed! Damn you for always choosing me to read the part of the Devil, and complimenting me on it! Damn you for telling us that we're all going to get C's, and causing 30 of the 45 students to drop out! But most of all Lakowski, damn you for eating carrots and celery during our exams. And putting that final exam, on a SATURDAY MORNING. To hell. To hell.
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hey i think i had that guy for english 101. if i'm thinking of the same person, he told my class that any piece of literature can only be interpritted in one way.
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