The sad thing is this is absolutely true. This young lady, who really is extremely intelligent, was up for honor roll. And her bloody school had decided that spelling and grammar just weren't important skills when compared to math and science. And someday this poor kid is going to have to write college applications and resumes, and no one will believe she's smart. It makes me want to smack a few corporate shills. HARD.
Sometimes I like to talk through images. Sometimes only words will do. This blog is a fusion of both, and text or comic entries may ebb or flow depending on my mood and time constraints. I talk about everything here, sex, politics, writing, religion, and anything else I probably shouldn't. I also cuss, profusely. This blog is rated Not Safe For Life and should not be read by anyone. That said, welcome to the Freakshow.
Showing posts with label grammar. Show all posts
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Thursday, April 28, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Translation Box
The poems are, in order:
- Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- The Ballad of East and West by Rudyard Kipling
- The Bells by Edgar Allen Poe
- Dried Apple Pies by an unknown author
- The Face Upon the (Bar Room) Floor by H. Antoine D'Arcy
- The Way The Country Moves by D. R. Wagner.
Or puppies. Everyone likes puppies, right?
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