I’m not a weeble, I fall down
So here I am, in the basement of the disgraced ex-U of O law school, McKenzie (formerly Grayson, nicknamed: dis-grayson) writing this post. Friday was my last day of the seven hour, five day a week of intensive “Theories of Literacy.” And what did I learn in said class? I learned that it is fun [...] Read more »
Finals are over. Not my finals (not that I had any), but correcting well over 120 student finals. If you’ve got any questions over To Kill a Mockingbird or Harold and Maude now would be the best time to get answers.
Speaking of school, it is amazing how some kids are boundlessly cruel. The effort that [...] Read more »
This has not been the best week for bodily injuries, pain, or my general ego. We’ll go chronologically–Let me set the background: *flashback* When I moved into my old apartment after being an RA (“OH CONAN!”), I bought a cheap, yet seemingly functional lamp. After a couple of days I realized that it was a [...] Read more »
The purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure pure reasoning, and inhibit clarity. With a little practice, writing can be an intimidating and impenetrable fog!
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