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!
I'm not sure I agree that WSS being well written is an excuse for an academic professional to casually drop "shit" into an assignment brief. Maybe I'm old fashioned.
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!
Well, yeah, I'm not disputing that your English teacher isn't acting very professionally - I don't think even "new fashioned" people will disagree with you on that. But well, since you can't really get back the time you wasted investing into this course taught by a not-so-professional teacher, celebrating your successful sneaking of the G Gundam quotes could be a form of consolation - poor though it might be.
On that note, you should give G Gundam a try, Ordassa. It's entertaining, if not exactly a work of literature. There are worse shows out there, at least.
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Ah, Wide Sargasso Sea, validation for fanfiction writers everywhere.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
I am somewhat disconcerted by the discovery that a number of colleagues I considered friends resent me for my recent promotions because I am relatively new compared to them. Gossip and rumors abound. Someone directly said to me that my future successes are to be partially owed to my looks.
I guess my Christmas shopping list is a bit shorter now.
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I've already said this to you, but it's nothing you did. People are just projecting their disappointment on you. I'm sorry, it's unfair.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
I am somewhat disconcerted by the discovery that a number of colleagues I considered friends resent me for my recent promotions because I am relatively new compared to them. Gossip and rumors abound. Someone directly said to me that my future successes are to be partially owed to my looks.
I guess my Christmas shopping list is a bit shorter now.
It's really just a really indirect way of them telling you that you're pretty.
Last night my new (only had it 2-months) laptop's charger went boom, and did something to the laptop's battery (or the other way around, I don't know) and it now has to be sent away, of which can take 1-2 weeks. Oh, did I mention I have exams across these two weeks? Having to use my bf's ancient Alienware laptop where it takes 2 mins minimum to load things. I WILL REVISE ;-;
A coworker continually makes terrible recommendations for what I HAVE TO watch on Netflix because they're SO GOOD. The minute she sees me next asks what I thought of the recommendations. A lot of times I watch at least a few minutes of what she's into, but they're uniformly bad and I can't fake enthusiasm or interest when the time comes to give my review. This is the same girl who sweetens her coffee with a literal half cup of sugar, so we clearly have different tastes -- she just doesn't tell me to drink her coffee and give my impressions of it. What to do
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
I am somewhat disconcerted by the discovery that a number of colleagues I considered friends resent me for my recent promotions because I am relatively new compared to them. Gossip and rumors abound. Someone directly said to me that my future successes are to be partially owed to my looks.
I guess my Christmas shopping list is a bit shorter now.
**Been here. All you gotta say is, "Doubt the boss is gonna risk it for a biscuit. However, yes, I am gloriously pretty. Thank you." and walk off. Funnily enough, said co-worker hasn't spoken to me again- I would say that's a bonus.
A coworker continually makes terrible recommendations for what I HAVE TO watch on Netflix because they're SO GOOD. The minute she sees me next asks what I thought of the recommendations. A lot of times I watch at least a few minutes of what she's into, but they're uniformly bad and I can't fake enthusiasm or interest when the time comes to give my review. This is the same girl who sweetens her coffee with a literal half cup of sugar, so we clearly have different tastes -- she just doesn't tell me to drink her coffee and give my impressions of it. What to do
Anyone who puts sugar in their coffee/tea- You need to hang them out to dry.
Moon Priestess Ridien says, "The blood of an animal, however, can also be a tool. Consider fetishes -
- efficient, powerful tools created by ecologists. It is exactly as Kendra says -- a tool of bones
and blood that has been magnified, changed, enchanted. Made into a tool."
I am somewhat disconcerted by the discovery that a number of colleagues I considered friends resent me for my recent promotions because I am relatively new compared to them. Gossip and rumors abound. Someone directly said to me that my future successes are to be partially owed to my looks.
I guess my Christmas shopping list is a bit shorter now.
I know how hard you work at your job, and in truth I bet they do too. Only they don't want to admit it because their ego can't handle the truth of it.
So they go after something else they're jealous of you about. TL;DR they're admitting you're better than them in every way.
The divine voice
of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations,
Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
A coworker continually makes terrible recommendations for what I HAVE TO watch on Netflix because they're SO GOOD. The minute she sees me next asks what I thought of the recommendations. A lot of times I watch at least a few minutes of what she's into, but they're uniformly bad and I can't fake enthusiasm or interest when the time comes to give my review. This is the same girl who sweetens her coffee with a literal half cup of sugar, so we clearly have different tastes -- she just doesn't tell me to drink her coffee and give my impressions of it. What to do
So what did you ever think of Jem and the Holograms, Daraius? Riveting TV, right? (My problematic 80s faves aside, haha, maybe just tell her you don't have much time to catch up on TV shows? That's how I evade a lot of book recommendations. It's also usually a completely true statement.)
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
I went to get the prompt for my final essay in my online English class, which has already been one of the most pathetic classes I've ever taken at a college level. But the teacher surprised me by hitting a new low that I thought I would never see, even in this farce of an academic setting:
"I assigned this novel because everything about it is well-written and
enlightening. I've underlined and annotated shit on every page because
it's all significant and illuminating!!"
Yep, my English teacher casually used a curse word and emphatic double exclamation marks in an assignment prompt.
To say nothing of the fact that the last essay I received any feedback on was turned in back in September and I received 100% on that despite my working in two quotes from Mobile Fighter G Gundam because it was a more interesting challenge than the actual assignment. (For the curious, the assignment was an analysis of William Blake's poem "The Tyger" and the quotes I used were "glows with an awesome power" and "It's loud roar tells me to grasp victory.")
I literally have no idea how I'm actually doing in this class, and haven't for two months, but I'm assuming my final grade at this point will be done eBay style. "A++ would teach again!!!"
It's not feasible to get a 100% on any essay (assuming you're not in 4th grade); bad teacher is bad.
A coworker continually makes terrible recommendations for what I HAVE TO watch on Netflix because they're SO GOOD. The minute she sees me next asks what I thought of the recommendations. A lot of times I watch at least a few minutes of what she's into, but they're uniformly bad and I can't fake enthusiasm or interest when the time comes to give my review. This is the same girl who sweetens her coffee with a literal half cup of sugar, so we clearly have different tastes -- she just doesn't tell me to drink her coffee and give my impressions of it. What to do
So what did you ever think of Jem and the Holograms, Daraius? Riveting TV, right?
I feel like the only acceptable answer to this is it's truly, truly, truly outrageous.
I found out today that an old friend of mine was one of the souls lost in the Oakland fire. I mean, we hadn't been in touch for years. But it's that kind of thing where you hope that your friends in the periphery of your life are still doing their thing out there in the world, you know? And suddenly, they're gone. I'm going between being feeling numb and sad and it's just ugh... 2016 stop taking beautifully talented people from us. T_T
I'm a consent-based roleplayer! Kindly ask first, and I will return the favour. Open to developing tinyplots. Atlantis is my client of choice! (Guide)
A coworker continually makes terrible recommendations for what I HAVE TO watch on Netflix because they're SO GOOD. The minute she sees me next asks what I thought of the recommendations. A lot of times I watch at least a few minutes of what she's into, but they're uniformly bad and I can't fake enthusiasm or interest when the time comes to give my review. This is the same girl who sweetens her coffee with a literal half cup of sugar, so we clearly have different tastes -- she just doesn't tell me to drink her coffee and give my impressions of it. What to do
I recommend Black Books to anyone with Netflix, or Bojack Horseman
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There's few things more frustrating than people feeling increasingly entitled to your time, to the point they don't sugarcoat how much they want to demand of you and how peeved they are that they aren't your number one priority. There's only so much a single human being can complete in a day.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
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Not catching quotes from G Gundam, though, now that's a sin worthy of capital punishment.
On that note, you should give G Gundam a try, Ordassa. It's entertaining, if not exactly a work of literature. There are worse shows out there, at least.
Oh, did I mention I have exams across these two weeks? Having to use my bf's ancient Alienware laptop where it takes 2 mins minimum to load things. I WILL REVISE ;-;
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
So they go after something else they're jealous of you about. TL;DR they're admitting you're better than them in every way.
The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
(My problematic 80s faves aside, haha, maybe just tell her you don't have much time to catch up on TV shows? That's how I evade a lot of book recommendations. It's also usually a completely true statement.)
I feel like the only acceptable answer to this is it's truly, truly, truly outrageous.
I'm a consent-based roleplayer! Kindly ask first, and I will return the favour. Open to developing tinyplots.
Atlantis is my client of choice! (Guide)
When will I learn?
Pretty much anything Dylan Moran or Bill Bailey is in is worth watching.