Hello. It’s me, your favourite (why underline favourite in red? I am trying to do right by you, England. This is a British University… First they tell me favorite is wrong, now you’re telling me favourite is wrong when I try to make the switch. There’s no winning with you, generic nebulous scapegoat of my frustrations. You know who you are. Move on, Sam, ellipses shouldn’t be this long. I think it’s more of a one or two sentence kind of thing… Did you catch that? I called them ellipses. They’re called parenthesis back where I’m from, but you probably didn’t even notice that one. That’s just how integrated I am now, baby. Alright this bit has run its course I think, and if I go on any longer I’ll forget to add the parenthesis, or worse not even finish the blog. Let’s wrap it here. Off to a great start aren’t we?)
Back again after an absolute roller coaster of a year, now with a baby to add to the complexity of the coursework. Still haven’t learned my lessons of writing a paragraph long comedy bit that nobody will read just so my brain doesn’t have to focus on the thing I am supposed to focus on.
I am dropping this little post here just to link back to my blog post from last year’s attempt just in case. I can’t figure out how to log in to the existing blog. I am not asking for this to be assessed from last year, I know the drill, I teach too, GOD. Jeez, some people. And since you’re so clever, you must know that while you can’t assess the link, you can assess my post here ABOUT the link. What a genius circumventing of rules. Wow, you’re thinking. He’s got me there. This smarty pants might just teach ME. The student becomes the teacher. Wax on wax off…
The idea has changed so this is just a bit of light reading. Who am I even talking to? I feel like I’m standing at the precipice talking into the void. There’s just way too much noise out there for this post to have any significance, wouldn’t you say? Do you ever just think about the unfathomable amount of data out there? Zipping and whizzing through wires and stored god knows where in servers, burning a hole in our planet so I can write a blog that nobody will read. I’m not saying this is a massive contributor, there’s far worse things for the environment. I could hand write it if I wanted… my handwriting is so bad… but it will never get better if I don’t write… and I won’t write because it’s bad. Got yourself a classic catch-22 here folks (Catch-22 Heller, 1961). Boom look at that, first citation. Does that count?
And now, a word from the author:
Hey folks. Author Sam Roe here. What I did back there is called freestyle improvisational comedy writing. That was an attempt to creatively inject my personality into a blog post, while also giving you a glimpse into the workings of my ADHD addled brain. While I may have come across as oafish and nonsensical, rest assured this was all carefully orchestrated and executed to set the stage for my Action Research Project. Watch this space for more absolute side splitting hilarity.
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