2007年10月22日 星期一
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First, I am sorry that I skipped the third hour of class without telling you the reason last Monday. I took a rest in dorm because of headache. Then, it's hard for me to produce three 100-word essays a week because I don't know what I can write in blog. As a student, I attend school, eat meals, and do the part-time job almost everyday. It's all what I did a day and there is nothing interesting. It seems that I have to do something special because I must produce the essays. It made me painful and tired. Maybe we can change the rule to write assignments again.
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I understand that students sometimes feel bad in class and need to go back home or to the dorm to rest. All you needed to do was let someone know that you had a headache, and that person could have told me about it. I'm not a monster. I don't think students should have to sit in class when they're in pain.
I'm afraid, though, that your second point is totally unacceptable. Your life is just too boring to write about because nothing at all of interest happens to you. I just can't believe that. People who think that way about their lives are either sitting in a hospital bed wrapped up in a plaster of Paris body case because their arms, legs, neck, and back are broken, or else they're already dead. You don't seem to be in the hospital, and from what I've seen of you in class, you seem to be very much alive.
You can write about your part-time job. What do you do almost every day? [By the way, in this case, when it's used not as an adjective, e.g., "my everyday blue jeans", but as an adverb of frequency (telling how often you do something), it's always two words.]
Where do you work? How do you feel about your job? What are your co-workers like? What is your boss like? Why do you work so much? How does your job affect your ability to do your homework and study for tests? Do you meet any new people while you're working?
There is no requirement for you to write about anything special. Doesn't anything interest you besides your own feelings of self-pity? I say that because you seem to be feeling sorry for yourself in this brief essay: your life is so much harder than everybody else's. That's the feeling that it projects.
And what about your classmates and your friends and family? Don't you ever do anything with other people? Don't you ever have any fun at all? Well, you don't have to write about anything you might enjoy. You can write all about your pain. That is what you seem to be saying that you experience all the time.
No, I'm not going to change the assignment just because you are unwilling to stimulate your imagination. You can, if you try, even make your boredom interesting to a reader.
I'm sitting here in my office typing a boring comment to a boring student who is also bored by her boring life. She thinks that she's the only bored person on Earth and wants everyone to feel sorry for her, but what she doesn't know is that life is fundamentally boring unless one does something to keep oneself from being bored. Me, I spend most of my days and nights, including weekends and holidays, sitting in front of my computer doing just what I'm doing now: reading, correcting English writing mistakes, and typing comments about other people's writing. There's a sameness about it that might drive most people insane, but I've been doing this for the past ten years. I like it. The boring life is for me. Excitement might give me a heart attack. And then I'd be eternally bored.
Oops! I made a mistake: "a plaster of Paris body case" should be "a plaster of Paris body cast".
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