Wednesday, January 18, 2006

True Story


The opening paragraph of his composition read: "Macbeth stepped from shadows near the icy loch. Except it wasn't a loch, it was a fish pond. Somewhere in Paris. Near the Eiffel Tower. He was going to have to take Duncan out. That was for sure. Otherwise his bitch wife wouldn't let him hear the end of it. But first he needed a Double Whopper with Cheese with all the fixings. King food for the future king. And then: THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!!!!!"

Welcome to midterms. You all may have been wondering why it's been a little quiet here at Amandarama this week. I've been grading all the stuff I've been blowing off for the last quarter. The sample "composition" above may or may not be representative of the type of assignments I'm currently wading through. As far as you know, it is. The topic was supposed. to be "How Can Macbeth Become King Without Murdering Anyone?" Giving this kid's paper a cursory read through, it seems to involve running off to France and getting drunk until Lady Macbeth (and everyone else he knows) dies. Then he tries to kill himself only to discover that he can not die. This kid has a future in political strategic planning. Somebody alert the President.

2 comments:

Latigo Flint said...

And yet if all his writing is as magnificent as that, he's poised to most triumphantly take the weblog universe by storm. A mighty scribe, the boy king. Verily so.

Ithiel said...

Verily Verily, Latigo. The child-genious had me alternatingly in tears,rage,and immesurable joy in the first paragraph alone. Amanda, you need to put the rest of this wonderful story up.

of course it might've been total shit too, art is so subjective