So, I'd like to start off my mythical second blog entry by skipping to my conclusion. I'm completely fucked. You may take the time to notice that fact, by seeing that this is in fact only the second blog entry on my stream after, I want to say, three weeks of class. Oh well, you win some and lose some. Wow, what a plethora of subjects I have at my finger tips for me to blog about, especially since I haven't done any. So, theoretically, this could be a pretty juicy post. Well if you think that, you're probably shit out of luck. On the contrary, I'm probably make most of these posts pretty bland so I can make sure to just get enough posts to get me caught up in the class...At least I'm honest.
What can i talk about? How about what I've learned about the essay? Before I entered my essay course, i viewed the essay with a lot of discuss, even though I like to joke with myself that i might be a writer. I simply thought of it as something that I just have to do once I'm given the prompt from my teacher. Or maybe, if I'm really lucky, maybe I get to read a book and then make my own thesis and my own argument. What a thrill. What a plunge...I should get out more.
Luck at this. This is my second post on my blog. Everybody, get ready to avoid "Whatcha Got Chaz?" for a while because it's going to be constant and rapid postings of what will probably be sheer crap. I just hope this post is relevant to any of you. wasn't this the subject of our first or second post out of like twelve? There's another hint. Avoid this blog. You'll be reading the stressed out writings of a student that's pretty behind. Or maybe it'll amuse you...Maybe even make you feel better about yourself? Whatever it does, i wish you the best.
Anyways. Where was I? Right. The bloody essay. I think I left off with how I always thought the essay was the blandest task to be asked of the student. Well, after reading a few spiels by some of our favorite authors, well, I have a little different of a perspective. I've actually had my perception of the essay made much less clear. I have no idea what an essay is anymore. An essay is a piece of writing about a subject. So here I present to you my latest essay. Are you ready for this?
"Essay"
How wild was that? So contemporary. It's an essay about an essay. God, I'm new age. Anyways, I'm really happy with my new perception of the essay; this perception really being nothing. This perception lets me write the stream of consciousness piece about the pencil. It lets me write that piece of shit and call it a work of art. I love what i think of the essay. I think Virginia Woolf loved what she thought of the essay. I think the poet Allen Ginsberg loved what he thought of the essay. I think I want to keep this outlook.
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