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The college theme paper:  he vs. she

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This was sent to me by a friend earlier today. It appears to be prime "OFFTOPIC" material. :)

</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote </td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">THE COLLEGE THEME PAPER: HE vs. SHE

Remember the book "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus"?

Well,here's a prime example offered by an English professor

at an American University.

"Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem

story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off

with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. One

of you will then write the first paragraph of a short story.

The partner will read the first paragraph and then add

another paragraph to the story. The first person will then

add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth. Remember

to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep

the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking

and anything you wish to say must be written on the paper.

The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been

reached."

The following was actually turned in by two of my English

students: Rebecca (last name deleted), and Gary (last name

deleted).

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(first paragraph by Rebecca)

At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she

wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for

lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl,

who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile.

But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off

Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she

thought about him too much her asthma started acting up

again. So chamomile was out of the question.

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(second paragraph by Gary)

Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the

attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more

important things to think about than the neuroses of an

air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had

spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to

Geostation 17, he said into his transgalactic communicator.

"Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..."

But before he could sign off, a bluish particle beam flashed

out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo

bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of

his seat and across the cockpit.

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(Rebecca)

He bumped his head and died almost immediately but not

before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically

brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him.

Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities

towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes

Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie

read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously

excited her and bored her. She stared out the window,

dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly

and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to

distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the

beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's

innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.

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(Gary)

Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to

live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian

mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion

missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the

Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the congress

had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien

empires who were determined to destroy the human race.

Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the

Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough

firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to

stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The

lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The

President, in his top-secret Mobile submarine headquarters

on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the

inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor,

stupid, Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The

President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We

can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow

'em out of the sky!"

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(Rebecca)

This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of

literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic

semi-literate adolescent.

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(Gary)

Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose

attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium.

"Oh shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other

sort of F*CKING TEA??? Oh no, I'm such an air-headed bimbo

who reads too many Danielle Steele novels."

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(Rebecca)

Asshole.

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(Gary)

Bitch.

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(Rebecca)

F*CK YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!!

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(Gary)

Go drink some tea - whore.

**********************************************

(Professor)

A+ - I really liked this one.<span id='postcolor'>

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Lol that brings so many memories of high school biggrin.gif. It's what I call "an e-mail oldie but goldie" smile.gif

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Oh shit lol... my entire family thought that was pretty damn funny- I wish my current English teacher were a bit more like that. Right now he is voiding entire essays of mine because of minor profanity. Asshole tounge.gif

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</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote (Tex [uSMC] @ Sep. 23 2002,19:07)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">Right now he is voiding entire essays of mine because of minor profanity. Asshole  tounge.gif<span id='postcolor'>

Now THAT is funny!

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</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote (Mister Frag @ Sep. 24 2002,04:22)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE"></span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote (Tex [uSMC] @ Sep. 23 2002,19wow.gif)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">Right now he is voiding entire essays of mine because of minor profanity. Asshole  <!--emo&tounge.gif<span id='postcolor'>

Now THAT is funny!<span id='postcolor'>

heh, I bet it wouldnt be quite so funny if he had nuked your score down to a 50 on a grade that will end up being worth about 20% of my 6 weeks average. He's just bitter that he has a master's degree and I am still a better writer. biggrin.gif

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To clarify, I didn't think that marking down your writing because of profanities was funny -- I thought commenting on that fact with a profanity was. smile.gif

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</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote (Mister Frag @ Sep. 24 2002,04:53)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">To clarify, I didn't think that marking down your writing because of profanities was funny -- I thought commenting on that fact with a profanity was. smile.gif<span id='postcolor'>

Gotcha. Although I did think it was pretty funny all things considered. He wants us to put our best writing into these things, but then he goes out of his way to let me know that when grading time comes around, these essays are worth as much to my GPA as remembering to write down the weeks Lesson Plan (aka Holy Writ of God) at the beginning of each section. So basically, my core thoughts on matters, my flair for the ironic, my dry wit, and my flowing prose *grin* are worth no more than copying down the week's assignments.

The funny thing is he is attempting (and failing rather badly, imo) to teach us Emerson and Thoreau while attempting to squash any independent thought in the class. I am, naturally, relishing the irony.

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I laughed my ass off at this part:

"He bumped his head and died almost immediately but not

before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically

brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him."

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</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote (CosmicCastaway @ Sep. 25 2002,10:46)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">How the hell did they get hold of my paper is what I'd like to know, oops I've said too much...<span id='postcolor'>

No prob, Rebecca biggrin.gif

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</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote (WhoCares @ Sep. 25 2002,10:56)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">No prob, Rebecca  biggrin.gif<span id='postcolor'>

Only at weekends and on special holidays... tounge.gif

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LOL! That was funny. Reminds me of every evening at home. I'll turn on the TV and check what is on History Channel and my wife wants to watch LifeTime.

Go figure....

Burl

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</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote (Burl @ Sep. 25 2002,13:03)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">LOL! That was funny. Reminds me of every evening at home. I'll turn on the TV and check what is on History Channel and my wife wants to watch LifeTime.

Go figure....

Burl<span id='postcolor'>

What? She don't have a TV in the kitchen? biggrin.gif

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</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote (WKK Gimbal @ Sep. 25 2002,15:08)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">wow.gif3--></span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote (Burl @ Sep. 25 2002,13wow.gif3)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">LOL! That was funny. Reminds me of every evening at home. I'll turn on the TV and check what is on History Channel and my wife wants to watch LifeTime.

Go figure....

Burl<span id='postcolor'>

What? She don't have a TV in the kitchen? biggrin.gif<span id='postcolor'>

Yea, what weird country u live in? She gets to be in the living room? wow.gif

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One of these days, I'll buy a TV with Picture in Picture capability.....

wink.gif

Burl

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</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote (RalphWiggum @ Sep. 25 2002,16:36)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">just buy a new TV and give it to her.<span id='postcolor'>

buy a new tv,give old one to her <== better :]

real classic story,mailing this to my friends right now :]

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