Yes, I am in the middle of grading another set of freshie papers. I'm in an urgent mood. It has to be done by tomorrow afternoon. Then I have my own reading and writing to get to. (The brutal shoving of graduate school.) Here's what I've been sampling from my freshmen ...
Two eye-catching paper titles:
"Bass Kick Ass"
"A Friend with Weed is a Friend Indeed"
An excerpt from the latter:
"My friend rolls up 2 fat blunts and we throw on some Def Poetry Jam. ... So there are three of us, high off our asses sitting in the living room just focused and watching poetry. There I am smoking weed. The thing that for as long as we can remember we have been told by our parents, our teachers, and pretty much any other authority figure that marijuana is bad for us. Then I start to think about what my friends and I are doing. We were all just chilling and watching poetry. I'm not the kid in the anti-drup commercial that loses touch with reality, brings out a shotgun and blasts himself in the face with it. I am rather an open minded entity glued to a couch broadening my horizons by watching some Def Poetry. What is so bad about smoking this naturally occuring substance that helps relieve by boys' stress after a long day? What is so bad about just getting high and relaxing?"
Yes. This is his opening salvo is what's suppose to be a feature article/expose pieces. Priceless. I laughed.
Alright, I need to finish grading the papers, since I'm going to a concert later tonight. Oh, I'll have to post about the circus that Katie and I went to last night. Very old school, very talented - like the basketball team that can nail all their layups and smack around the street-ballers.
Love and Joy.
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