I usually have nothing to complain about in my English class-- English is easily one of my favorite subjects-- but the fact that we HAVE to write in the books they make us read is awful. Ever since about first grade I have gotten seriously PO'ed at people who write in books, dog ear pages, etc...
I realize that annotation is an important part of understanding and adding personal thoughts to the text, but WRITING in them is book murder. MURDER I SAY! Say no to the slaughter of defenseless books everywhere: USE POST-ITS!.
Also, (further complaining, you may want to skip this) I just don't "get" the book we're reading/killing. The House on Mango Street sounds like it's written by a 3rd grader, in a series of plotless, unconnected page and a half "vignettes". It's basically about this girl who lives in the ghetto and all she does is complain about the awful neighborhood and describe her neighbors... pathological liar, baby-grabber, countless drunks who like to make out with her, nuns, a lot of fat people...
Maybe this is supposed to be deep and thought-provoking in its simplicity, but I really dislike it. It doesn't even use quotation marks. (Grammar nerd that I am, this is one of the most annoying things about it.) On the back of the book it claims to be taught in universities, so maybe I'm just THAT dense I don't see that it's supposed to be a scathing political commentary on illegal immigration or something. That would be interesting. This isn't.
Then it was pointed out to us that Esperanza's narration is like a blog. At first I was like, *Pfffft, no. My blog is awesome.* But it makes sense in a way; it's just random thoughts, hardly any connected events... but she describes her life using what happens, nothing really about her personality. It's also written like she doesn't EXPECT people to read this, which I guess is how any blog starts. But then it evolves into how you would really TALK to people, because people are really reading this. It's a conversation, not a diary. Her book-blog isn't even an INTERESTING diary. "One day this happened. Then all this stuff. Cathy is French and Meme is a dumb name and I'm going to go to hell eventually. I have no friends. I wish we had a pretty house."
Meh, complaining over.
QUESTION TIME!!!!
Best/worst/funniest/stupidest/cheesiest jokes: Do not even get me started. Alright, you asked for it. (Not including the ones I've gotten from Hank's 50 jokes videos... and those are pretty jokes too.)
What's orange and sounds like a parrot?
A carrot
Knock Knock!
Who's there
Banana
Banana who (repeat 50000 times, end with)
Orange
Orange WHO?!?!?!??? *spazz*
Orange ya glad I didn't say Banana? :D
A man came round in hospital after a serious accident. He shouted,
"Doctor, doctor, I can't feel my legs!" The doctor replied "I know you can't, I've cut your arms off".
Darn, all the videos stole mine! Go watch them, they're all awesome. (There's 3.)
My question:
Ever seen a white squirrel?
4 comments:
Jokes. Gotta love em. Hank did steal all the jokes.
POPCORN!
FIRETRUCK!
Okay that's kind of weird because when I said POPCORN is wasn't the porn joke. It was because my mom came into the room with popcorn.
It's like that jokes was subconsciously on my brain and then it came out.
We were possibly going to read The House on Mango Street at the end of last year (it's not required and depended if we finished My Antonia early or not, which we didn't). I definitely feel your pain. The books I read last year in English were all great except for My Antonia. Yes, it's very informative about the life of the Nebraskians and such, but stop F@#!ing talking about grass!
Also I am a fan of those jokes. :D
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