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"Stop questioning compliments," friends say--but I can't help it!
When my teachers tell me I write well, I don't believe them...for the most part at least. My writing is so lackluster when compared to works from centuries past to random blog entries I've recently read. Flat, simple vocab, the occasional awkward phrase, inability to stretch idioms and jokes to their fullest potential, the bad joke that somehow makes its way in every now and then, unoriginal ideas (I swear, sometimes my essays are just a rehash of yesterday's lecture), the "be" verb I'm too lazy to find a substitute for--just what are you guys thinking! I should be absorbing whatever pride it arouses in me--which it does, and considering how many essays I'll be writing next semester, any ego boost'll help, I guess, but, uh, as much as I'd like to take it all in, the question remains: how and where the heck are you getting this idea?
To push the thought away, sometimes I'll tell myself, oh, it must be because I've incorporated my voice well, or, oh, maybe the informal and sarcastic tone that I managed to hack out at the wee hours of the morning was refreshing to the teachers--just wait 'til they read my formal papers. All this because I've non-class-related essays to write (and a few big mistakes I've made on my already submitted apps come to mind as I write this) still and a paper I haven't started on due Tuesday. And for my wasting your time, you're more than welcome.
Golly-whiz, I want winter break now. But the end of that'll mean the beginning of finals and the beginning of a brand new hellish senior semester. Woo boy, I can't wait for that to happen.
Unfortunately, I'm still too tired to go back to my regular replying days. I still have a lot on my plate, and--geez--it ain't getting any smaller.
To push the thought away, sometimes I'll tell myself, oh, it must be because I've incorporated my voice well, or, oh, maybe the informal and sarcastic tone that I managed to hack out at the wee hours of the morning was refreshing to the teachers--just wait 'til they read my formal papers. All this because I've non-class-related essays to write (and a few big mistakes I've made on my already submitted apps come to mind as I write this) still and a paper I haven't started on due Tuesday. And for my wasting your time, you're more than welcome.
Golly-whiz, I want winter break now. But the end of that'll mean the beginning of finals and the beginning of a brand new hellish senior semester. Woo boy, I can't wait for that to happen.
Unfortunately, I'm still too tired to go back to my regular replying days. I still have a lot on my plate, and--geez--it ain't getting any smaller.
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