That great quote (look up…) comes from 4th century BCE Greece from a charming person named Menander. And that’s my opening line for my term paper.<\/p>\n
Oh, I wish I could take the day off as a breather, but my English paper will not (unfortunately…) write itself. So, therefore, the show must go on. Or my keyboard must further endure my abuse of it. My English paper has one of the best topics that I’ve ever come up with (on my own…) and it’s going to be linked to Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations<\/span> and be a paper on the benefits of child abuse in the 19th century. I don’t condone abuse, but I will still be writing a satirical<\/em><\/strong> paper (8-10 pages) on why it was beneficial to abuse children back then. For an example? The Book of Proverbs said that \u201cHe who spares the rod hates his son, but he who loves him disciplines him early\u201d<\/strong>. And given that many people were religious at the time, it’s what they all believed. Abuse your kid, make sure they get sent to Heaven. See, it’s was a fair trade in many people’s eyes.<\/p>\n That being said, I’m so glad I don’t live in 19th century Britain.<\/p>\n I went to bed at like… 3:30am. Ugh, never again. I know I say that every single time, but at least it won’t be happening tonight since tomorrow’s Monday (yay… school…). I stayed up to finish notes on an article I found online for my paper and talking to Clay. I know, he pisses me off but I still talk to him. Then again, he reads my other blog and was really worried and wanted to know what was going on. Ugh. Men. But… I don’t know. The conversation went okay, I guess.<\/p>\n