But wait. Is it the budding emo that enables you to write stuff like "The Ratio of Burning"? Because if so - well, I'm sorry, but you can't watch Atlantis! It's for the good of the fandom, really. I'm sure you understand.
And, hey, if it's any consolation - I have a hardcover copy of Jude the Obscure that you're more than welcome to borrow.
I still have Mayor of Casterbridge-shaped nightmares from high school.
*sympathizes*
My mandatory reading nightmares tend to come in the form of "Flight," a short story by John Steinbeck, which I was required to read in 8th grade and which totally destroyed everyone in the class. We were twitching wrecks by the time we were done, totally incapable of opening a short story without flinching. (We were extremely vulnerable; most of us already had short story induced PTSD from our required 7th grade reading of "The Cold Equations," which taught us that it's not just the universe that's unfair - it's also English teachers and short story writers.)
And immediately after the short story unit, come to think of it, we started the month-long unit on the Holocaust.
Hmmm. I really loved that teacher, but now I suspect her of wanting to destroy our psyches and our will to live before high school could.
And I just thank god for the slashy goodness (though I did not, at the time, know that it was slashy) that carried me through Moby Dick. We had to read the unedited version, and just the memory of some of the whale butchering scenes can still make me dizzy. Thank you, Melville, for totally losing control of your novel and subjecting us all to really excessive whale gore. It's just what I'd always wanted in my mandatory reading! But you came up with Queequeg. That makes up for a lot.
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And, hey, if it's any consolation - I have a hardcover copy of Jude the Obscure that you're more than welcome to borrow.
I still have Mayor of Casterbridge-shaped nightmares from high school.
*sympathizes*
My mandatory reading nightmares tend to come in the form of "Flight," a short story by John Steinbeck, which I was required to read in 8th grade and which totally destroyed everyone in the class. We were twitching wrecks by the time we were done, totally incapable of opening a short story without flinching. (We were extremely vulnerable; most of us already had short story induced PTSD from our required 7th grade reading of "The Cold Equations," which taught us that it's not just the universe that's unfair - it's also English teachers and short story writers.)
And immediately after the short story unit, come to think of it, we started the month-long unit on the Holocaust.
Hmmm. I really loved that teacher, but now I suspect her of wanting to destroy our psyches and our will to live before high school could.
And I just thank god for the slashy goodness (though I did not, at the time, know that it was slashy) that carried me through Moby Dick. We had to read the unedited version, and just the memory of some of the whale butchering scenes can still make me dizzy. Thank you, Melville, for totally losing control of your novel and subjecting us all to really excessive whale gore. It's just what I'd always wanted in my mandatory reading! But you came up with Queequeg. That makes up for a lot.
Still. Whale butchering. Eeeeesh.
*shudders*