The funny thing is, I love English. I just don't love that class. I know how to write. I have excellent grammar and sentence structure. I don't need to know how to diagram a sentence because, frankly, I don't care. It's something I will never use again. I will use my writing skills, but those skills were obtained long before I ever set foot in that class, and have not been enhanced at all by that class.
Have I mentioned that it's torture in a desk?
But at least Laurel's there with me, and can draw pictures of my head (in which my eyes look like a pair of boobs) imploding from lack of mental stimulation. That's the saving grace of my class.
*sigh* Some days, I have issues with my life. I think it would benefit from a good kick in the crotch and a stern talking-to. Maybe then it would be nicer to me.
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