THESE are the times that try men’s souls: the blog posts and blog replies, in this semester, become ever more incoherent, but they that read this now deserve a cookie. American Literature, like hell, is not easy to sit through; yet we have the consolation of the class
When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for classmates to do away with the Administrators that decide whether or not a professor is adequate. It is very much the students right to find a decent, respectable leader, and we hold this truth to be self-evident. We are endowed by our Creator with certain classroom Rights, that among these are Learning, Good Grades, and no Blog Posts. It is the right of the people to bring down any such classes that feel otherwise, so that we may institute a new Order.
On being brought from High School to SWU
‘TWAS financial stability that brought me to this Christian school,
Taught my benighted soul how to be less of a tool
There is a God, and people who tell me constantly too:
But believe me, whether they told me or not, I knew
Some view our unstable school with a scornful eye
“They let their savior die.”
Remember, Christians, and a word I won’t write, we are no stain
Also, I don’t think I’ve ever been on a real train.
When it comes to length of writing, I have just been informed that having fewer than 600 words doesn’t take off too much from the blog post grade. So, for now, I’m content with the ruler of this class. I would like all my classmates to stand down and forget my ramblings. “The fault’ring music dies upon my tongue.”