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Insane Writer
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Join Date: Sep 2008
Location: On the border of my Outer Circle of Thought
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Dec 10th, 2008, 10:41 PM
My seventh-grade literature class was once reading the book Holes and our project was to give some sort of presentation on an aspect of the book. My group decided to have a re-enactment of Stanley's trial, with Mr. Sir and Zero giving evidence and the class being the jury (Stanley was voted "guilty" again, btw). When we were practicing, the boy playing Mr. Sir kept going on about how stupid Zero was. The boy playing Zero muttered "where's my shovel". For some reason, this made me laugh so hard I cried. My group stared at me like I just went nuts. Maybe I had.
In my ninth-grade English class, we were reading Romeo and Juliet. To help us be more amused, we were acting it out. We were at the scene where Paris and the Capulets find Juliet seemingly dead. I was Paris and I was trying to read my lines all loud and sad and grief-driven. The upshot was that I was way too over the top. My teacher made some comment like "You could wake Juliet up if you're that loud". Again, I laughed until I cried. I wanted to stop because I was standing in front of my class like an idiot, but it took a while.
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"I refuse to prove that I exist," says God, "for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing." "But," says Man, "The Babel fish proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don't." "Oh dear," says God, "I hadn't thought of that," and promptly vanished in a puff of logic.
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