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an explanation
Oct. 17th, 2004 09:02 pmDear Mr. John Fraz,
There are various reasons why I did not come up with my thesis statement and topic for my Drown paper this weekend. Please, I can explain myself:
-I had to practice for the PSAT, which took out a big chunk of my Saturday morning anyway.
-I went to the hopsital to visit my friend Sophia, who also happens to be your student. I'm sure you understand. I'm strengthening the bonds between races, and shouldn't that course goal be put into practice?
-I am attempting to sort out my feelings about a very close friend of mine. It's much more complicated than it sounds. But you'd understand, wouldn't you?
-I was madly researching the cult TV show the Prisoner because my mother made me go to bed before I got to see the second half of the episode "The Girl Who Was Death." I woke up at 3:30 in the morning to catch the apparently non-existing rerun and nearly smashed the remote control in anger when discovering that the only thing on BBC America at that time was some programme about how Christian Bale lost a lot of weight for the new version of Batman.
-I have been wrangling with myself over whether or not I should watch the last Emma Peel the Avengers episode, "The Forget-Me-Knot." Being the tremendous Emma Peel fan that I am, I chickened out and instead looked at a website that documented every article of clothing Diana Rigg ever wore on that show. It was extremely interesting to get such a detailed study of British 60's Mod fashion.
-I was looking up (briefly, to my credit) various other 60's shows for a poll I'm doing about the most popular TV show/film spies of the 60's, doing my part to educate others about the 60's spy craze.
-I somehow got on a 60's soundtrack binge and have been obsessively listening to some excellent music as well as some really sketchy Avengers novelty songs which are killing off my brain cells with their kitschiness.
-I was fending off flirtatious advances from a Havana cigar selling British martial arts expert who's joining his country's armed forces.
-I attempted to talk about French Classic literature to a Quebecian anarchist, which is also fairly difficult when neither person really knows what (s)he is talking about.
-I am debating with myself without whether or not I should convert to some form of organized religion, and if so, which religion. Determining the nature of God's existence can take up lots of time, you know.
-I am attempting to analyze a French fable, whose syllable counts are not so slowly driving me insane.
-I have a ton of questions on my AP US reading.
-My aunt from Toronto is visiting this weekend.
-I am learning how to drive in the rain, in the daytime and at night in both of my parents' cars. That takes up a lot of concentration.
Therefore, I hope you accept my sincerest apologies about why my thesis statement stinks like French cheese.
Sincerely,
Your normally coherent student
There are various reasons why I did not come up with my thesis statement and topic for my Drown paper this weekend. Please, I can explain myself:
-I had to practice for the PSAT, which took out a big chunk of my Saturday morning anyway.
-I went to the hopsital to visit my friend Sophia, who also happens to be your student. I'm sure you understand. I'm strengthening the bonds between races, and shouldn't that course goal be put into practice?
-I am attempting to sort out my feelings about a very close friend of mine. It's much more complicated than it sounds. But you'd understand, wouldn't you?
-I was madly researching the cult TV show the Prisoner because my mother made me go to bed before I got to see the second half of the episode "The Girl Who Was Death." I woke up at 3:30 in the morning to catch the apparently non-existing rerun and nearly smashed the remote control in anger when discovering that the only thing on BBC America at that time was some programme about how Christian Bale lost a lot of weight for the new version of Batman.
-I have been wrangling with myself over whether or not I should watch the last Emma Peel the Avengers episode, "The Forget-Me-Knot." Being the tremendous Emma Peel fan that I am, I chickened out and instead looked at a website that documented every article of clothing Diana Rigg ever wore on that show. It was extremely interesting to get such a detailed study of British 60's Mod fashion.
-I was looking up (briefly, to my credit) various other 60's shows for a poll I'm doing about the most popular TV show/film spies of the 60's, doing my part to educate others about the 60's spy craze.
-I somehow got on a 60's soundtrack binge and have been obsessively listening to some excellent music as well as some really sketchy Avengers novelty songs which are killing off my brain cells with their kitschiness.
-I was fending off flirtatious advances from a Havana cigar selling British martial arts expert who's joining his country's armed forces.
-I attempted to talk about French Classic literature to a Quebecian anarchist, which is also fairly difficult when neither person really knows what (s)he is talking about.
-I am debating with myself without whether or not I should convert to some form of organized religion, and if so, which religion. Determining the nature of God's existence can take up lots of time, you know.
-I am attempting to analyze a French fable, whose syllable counts are not so slowly driving me insane.
-I have a ton of questions on my AP US reading.
-My aunt from Toronto is visiting this weekend.
-I am learning how to drive in the rain, in the daytime and at night in both of my parents' cars. That takes up a lot of concentration.
Therefore, I hope you accept my sincerest apologies about why my thesis statement stinks like French cheese.
Sincerely,
Your normally coherent student
